A Simply Unacceptable Advent
A twisted thought that unraveled itself:
What if you come again as a baby, again?
Everyone then just knew your coming would be
circumstanced with pomp, but it wasn’t.
Everyone now thinks similar thoughts, that
you’ll ride in with shoulders broad on justice
and an older man’s eyes refined as if by fire
scattering your enemies from hell to breakfast.
But what if it happens as it happened then,
amid let-it-be’s and shame and the haunted
dreams of just men and the horrible lonely?
You must know, Lord, we’d all be disappointed, some sorely upset, because a baby’s simply not what any of us, ever, really had in mind.
dreams of just men and the horrible lonely?
You must know, Lord, we’d all be disappointed, some sorely upset, because a baby’s simply not what any of us, ever, really had in mind.
I don’t think I would have believed the story if it were any other way. It would have looked too polished, like someone made up the story before writing the gospels. But if it happened again like that, in 2013? I fear I wouldn’t recognize Jesus. And that makes me really sad.
I never thought
and now I will
deep and long
He Will surprise us
I might ‘ooh’ and ‘ah’ over that wee one, but then I’d jump back on line to find one.more.gift. Sad, but true.
Wonderful food for thought. And we will, I’m afraid, never know, because he will arrive unbeknownst to us, like a thief in the night, or a poor baby who’s parents are homeless, jobless, on welfare, and cannot afford clothes or food or transportation.
What other misconceptions, misinterpretations do we hold tight, mistakenly? Many surprises must be ahead!