I don’t even
REALLY
believe in
Jesus,
any more
than I believe
in his Worldly Brother,
Santa.
They don’t even have
the same last name!
The story is the key.
However,
I am obsessed
with Jesus.
Every third word
I use
has to do
with
HIM.
I like him.
I respect a man
who looks like
he doesn’t own a mirror,
yet KNOWS himself
on the inside,
and doesn’t give a FUCK
what he looks like
on the outside.
Don’t get me wrong,
my childhood Sunday School pictures
had him looking very pretty,
but he was
a little
unkempt.
Hmmmmmmmmm….
I wonder when the word
FUCK
was created
and why some people
cringe
at my use of it
in the same sentence
as the word Jesus.
If it was sometime
Before Christ,
then I’m sure Jesus would have
used it often.
FUCK THIS SHIT PEOPLE!
would probably be
his favorite response
to describe his frustration
with everything
he sees his fellow humans
doing on a day to day basis;
denying themselves
of the joys of living.
I mean,
before He was born,
NOBODY was
Screaming for Jesus.
They NEEDED the word
fuck!
I can hear HIM now,
FUCK THIS BLINDNESS SHIT,
You can now see!
Poof!
He sees again!
FUCK YOU SATAN!
FUCKING A!
when he performed
a miracle.
We’re idiots.
We flaw.
We flounder.
We believe the unbelievable.
It’s o.k.
if you are convinced
that there was
this magical guy
who,
like,
touched people,
and lifetime ills
were cured,
THAT
is your business.
I’m not convinced.
Or,
walking on water!
Honey,
THAT
is impossible.
Unless the gravitational pull
was different back them,
or Jesus had sails,
or skis,
or something?
I’m not buying it.
This Spiritual Stuff
is based on Faith.
To me,
the very word faith
means that
it can’t be proven.
Believing,
in light of justifiable Doubt,
is the bomb.
Hope,
when evidence of Hopelessness
is insurmountable,
is a true life-saver.
Serenity,
after waking up with a ball of
solidified Fear and Anxiety,
is true peace.
We have nothing
to worry about.
Let your natural feelings,
doubts,
and emotional downers
have their time.
Denying them
will postpone
the joy of living.
Look at your story,
look at your pattern,
I bet there isn’t much difference
between your story
and the stories of old.
Just remember,
they are stories
that teach a lesson.
The lesson
isn’t the story.
The key is
getting through
the story,
and not stopping at it,
and building a building
around it.
