I “wrote” these micro-stories on my way to the airport to pick up my folks the other night. Maybe this paints a picture of the scatter-shot way my brain is working through things at any given moment. And maybe you will all want to commit me after reading them but oh well, that’s what blogging is for, right? Showing that we all deserve to be committed a little bit.
Love
A young girl asked her father, a song writer, “daddy, when you gunna put me in a song?”
“Honey” the man replied, looking her square in the face, “you’re in every song I’ve ever written.”
Jesus at the Temple
One day, when Jesus was walking with his disciples, he walked into the temple pulled out a dagger and slit the chief priest’s throat.
While the man was dying Jesus said, “That’s for all the children who have died for want of the food that is in your store house”.
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Ok, so i debated for a day about posting this and i’ve decided that i only have the courage to do it if i explain what I am trying to get at with the second story, forgive me.
Often when i am having a conversation with someone about Jesus’ overall message of pacificism they will bring up the story about Jesus overturning the money changers tables and using a whip to drive out the animals (yes, i beleive Jesus was a pacifist, I’m not, because my faith isn’t as strong as Jesus’, but that’s another post). And the point I am trying to make in my story is that what Jesus does in the biblical story is not violence. It was vandalism, intimidation, revolt maybe, but not violence. Violence brings death. Jesus did nothing in his life that did anything other then fight against the forces of death. And i bring up the starving children just to say that Jesus had every reason to be violently mad about what he was fighting for — we all do, in fact. The reason why we most of us don’t take up arms is not because of our holiness, but because of our complicancy.