Would we shoot the messenger or worship him? Who would recognize the prophets now? |
Prophet's Disguise It was 1974. I walked up to a man with long brown hair and sandals in a fast food restaurant. I said, “Hello, Jesus.” My mother was embarrassed as was he. This might have been the first time anyone looked up to him that way. I was only three at the time. Isn’t it just like our culture to misunderstand the messenger? We either shoot them or worship them. And women, we see as one of two Mary’s- virgin or whore. And what about the witches of old? Now we have their bestsellers sitting on our nightstand and shows of the paranormal saved on our TiVo. If Jesus walked today, would he be diagnosed with something and given pills? Would he still look like a hippie? If a scraggly man carrying a stick in the streets of a small town knocked over a table selling sports team souvenirs in protest, would he be arrested, Diagnosed, given a drug test? What if your kid came up to you and said God told him to spread the word, that He loves everyone, and we have it all wrong; that we’re supposed to take care of each other not kill each other; include each other not shun and ignore. Would you listen? Would he get a diagnosis and some pills? What if all those prophets are sitting on the ground by a fire, scratching their heads saying, “These silly grown-ups down there, when are they going to learn we didn’t bring them anything they didn’t already have? C’mon folks, the students are getting confused, again. Let’s go straighten this mess out. Maybe this time the kids will listen.” Except now, they have to walk among us wearing camouflage and wigs or else we’d flock to them like tabloid photographers in Hollywood, catching sight of a star without makeup or a tacky track suit. And what if all they really want is for a three year old to see through their disguises and call them by name? SWPoet ______________________________________________________________________ Old version below. It was 1974. I walked up to a man with long brown hair and sandals in a fast food restaurant and I said, “Hello, Jesus.” My mother was embarrassed as was the man, no doubt. This might have been the first time anyone looked up to him that way. I was only three at the time. Isn’t it just like our culture to misunderstand the messenger? We either shoot them or worship them. And women, we see as one of two Mary’s- virgin or whore. And what about the witches of old? Now we have their bestsellers sitting on our nightstand and shows of the paranormal saved on our TiVo. If Jesus walked today, would he be diagnosed with something and given pills? Would he still look like a hippie? If a scraggly man carrying a stick in the streets of a small town knocked over a table selling sports team souvenirs, would he be arrested, diagnosed or subjected to a drug test? What if your kid came up to you and said God told him to spread the word, that He loves everyone, and we have it all wrong; that we’re supposed to take care of each other not kill each other; include each other not shun and ignore. Would you listen? Would he get a diagnosis and some pills? Wonder if all those prophets are sitting on the ground by a fire, scratching their heads saying, “These silly grown-ups down there, when are they going to learn we didn’t bring them anything they didn’t already have? C’mon folks, the students are getting confused, again. Let’s go straighten this mess out. Maybe this time the kids will listen.” Except now, they have to walk among us wearing camouflage and wigs or else we’d flock to them like tabloid photographers in Hollywood, catching sight of a star with no makeup or a tacky track suit. And what if all they really want is for a three year old to see through their disguises and call them by name? SWPoet {/center} |