There are those who say

He was just a man

He never rose

He never existed

There are those who say

He was just a bum

He was just a criminal

He was just a rebel

There are those who say

Miracles are bullshit

I argue by asking

What was in it for him?

And I answer

Nothing

Pain

Betrayal

Death

Why would a man choose

Suffering, betrayal, death?

Why would a man who taught

Love

Forgiveness

Tolerance

Even to the point of loving enemies

Why would he

Matter?

He mattered because of these very things

These ideas

That rose from the dead

In times where love and forgiveness and tolerance were dead

Listen to the message and those who say are right--

It doesn't matter:

The way was better than the man

Because the way was God

And there are those who say

He was both

Because Jesus was just a Man

And The God in Every-man,

I walk His footsteps with Me,

Not side by side, but as Mans'

Stepping forth hand-in-Hand.

*Title Latin: Hand in Hand...

07.01.2023

Sensibility... Jesus as Your own Experience... Challenge @Plexiglassfruit

Floating through the day with a numb mind and drooping heart.

Not a thing in sight that could lift my spirits.

Roadblocks, ungrateful people, and dark clouds of sour feelings follow me.

Just when I think there is no hope for the day I see her.

My mother, sweet as honey, and inviting as a blanket in the cold

She wraps her gentle, enveloping arms around me.

The rest of the world simply melts away.

Nothing matters, not today, not tomorrow, not the sorrow I've been feeling.

Through her eyes, in her world, she sees things brightly.

And in that moment, as she holds me like a child, I see the world that way too.

Hopeful, cheery, kind and good.

This is how Jesus makes me feel.

Since I was a child, I have felt his presence.

Holding me in his arms, soothing my worries, and loving me through it all.

I met Jesus once.

July 13, 2010.

I met him the aftermath of my Papap’s passing.

I packed my bags for home and I met him when I opened the back of my silver Jeep Commander.

In that moment, I could smell my grandfather. For one last time.

Jesus had welcomed him home and I knew my grandfather was His.

A perfect peace enveloped my soul.

A hand on my back pushing me gently forward.

Go, this is what is needed.

Fingers on my arm, a loving parent,

holding me back from where I must not tread.

Fast paced song rising, determined,

To dance to people in need.

Silence now falling, be still little sister,

I hold your crazy life in my hand.

Truth is blinding and lights up darkness without anyone's permission

and in the past I've used an analogy

thinking that I was witness to some truth derived from sitting quietly

(which was an attempt to kill some part of me that I now have been forgiven for)

like staring at the sun.

But this time it is not that it is overwhelming in an intensity brought on by a sense of vastness, but glory

which the darkness can't comprehend and neither can my mind

I ran down the stairs whith such

Jovial nature,

I then went hurtling skipping three stairs thinking that my skull will rupture.

I thought that was the end and the last time I will see the bewitching trees over yander or the swathes of light,

Sound being expunged and the darkness of closed eyes, I fell with fright.

I prayed as I fell and hit the ground with the thud of the head and the splash of a tear,

My mother flummoxed on what to do, only time I saw in her eyes the patent fear.

I could feel the ruddy blood in my mouth with the faint taste of salt,

I realized that I made my loved ones affraid and it was all my fault.

After one hour of searching there was no medicinal provision,

I then looked in the mirror and could not believe my vision.

I was fine and there was only some blood in the jaw,

No blood anywhere else only my tooth got chipped and I stood there in awe.

This made me understand his role,

He was the saviour of my soul.

He cannot be seen or can be heard,

He is busy but even in the brevity of time strikes with his saving wings which he raps around us like a bird.

To me he is someone who works from above,

Showering us with blessings of luck and love.

He is a force of nature and the one who yanks the sun to make way for the moon,

Even if you dont believe in him, he will find you and help you soon.

The person I see as someone long gone. A Jew who spread the words of love and acceptance. His followers have rusted my view. They have concocted a most repulsive potion of hatred and discrimination in his name. It leaves a bad taste, my eyes burning and my nose flowing. I can't help but wonder where they found all that hatred in the teachings of a man who preached love thy neighbor as thyself. Do they hate themselves that much?

If so that's incredibly sad.