What
church would Jesus attend?
First
you have to ask
Would
he call himself a Christian?
We
know that he wasn’t big on organized religion
and
couldn’t help but run into trouble
with
the control freaks (Pharisees like me) that run most churches.
So,
whether believer or heathen
- aside from these small problems,
- aside from these small problems,
if
there were a building that housed holy activities
that
might interest an itinerant holy man like Jesus,
what
would they be?
Since no day is Sabbath any more,
Since no day is Sabbath any more,
every
day would be a holy sacred day.
with
times of silent worship
times
of chanting and smoke
times
when everyone would drum a great cacophony
til
a rhythm would rise and fall and lift us into a place of communal beat.
musicians
of all kinds would share their songs of praise
of
blues to meet us where we live,
of
news to take us far from here
and
joyous songs to set us walking into heaven’s day.
There would be stories of great hope in God.
There would be stories of great hope in God.
Stories
about what God did then in ancient times
-
and
does today when we’re not watching.
No
Doctrinal preaching would be necessary
because
we’d learn about God’s nature and desires
from
the sorrows and joys we’d share.
Elders
would tell the best stories
of
how when they finally let go...
and
saw how God was there behind the worry
Children
would learn to tell stories that make you look and listen
for
the truth running like a rabbit in the tall grass.
There’d be healing.
There’d be healing.
All
kinds of healing.
God
moving with and through the healers of various traditions
in
the spirit, if not the name, of Christ
without
boundaries where love can flow.
The living
power of love and trust
would
cast out fear and ignorance.
Hands
would help and heal.
Art
would help and heal.
Food
would help and heal.
There’d be only good whole foods.
There’d be only good whole foods.
No
food bank charity cast offs.
Buying
cooperatives and community gardens would feed our sense of pride.
Vegetarian
meals served daily.
and Feast
days we’d gorge on meat; turkey, deer, grass-fed cattle,
pickerel
and partridge and a pig in the middle of winter fattened from table scraps.
Who would come? The poor, the crazy and the creative.
The poor whose hunger is God’s.
Who would come? The poor, the crazy and the creative.
The poor whose hunger is God’s.
Hungry
for good news of a day when
the
justice that the rich buy and sell
comes
also to their doors.
Inside
the doors of this holy place
the
floors would shine with respect and dignity and equity.
The crazy - all who feel they don’t fit in
The crazy - all who feel they don’t fit in
would
find a place where no size fits all
and
so even you and I might belong.
The creative would be there
The creative would be there
to
draw it out in us all.
All
People who want - who need
to
meet the world’s pain with beauty and truth.
Young
ones would be apprenticed
to
the crafts of music, and image, and words and dance.
Soulcraft
would be a fountain of ageless wisdom
To
wash and send us through the barrens of hope.
Where would the money come from?
Patrons and partners would share profits with prophets.
Where would the money come from?
Patrons and partners would share profits with prophets.
People
whose art is making money would share what they’ve made.
Expenses
would outrun the pace of gifts
to
keep us always depending on God-surprises
to
sustain us - or send us on our way.
Free
theatre and concerts would draw new patrons’s pennies
into
the daily drama of the church.
We
wouldn’t waste time telling our story to the media.
Word
would spread and rumours would run and the curious would come.
But
there’d be no parking.
Only
bike racks and footbaths.
And Jesus would show up.
And Jesus would show up.
He’d
be the woman demanding the crumbs that fell from our table
and
wouldn’t’ go away ‘til she’d turned our hearts inside out.
He’d
be the annoying, smelly, begging, babbling conscience
who’d
call us to stop and pay attention just when we were well on our way.
He’d
be the angry one disturbing our piety and breaking things.
He’d
turn the tables on us just when we thought we had peace to serve.
We’d kick Jesus out of course.
We’d kick Jesus out of course.
For
who can stand to look into the face of God and live?
But
he’d come back.
The
Christ would be just too curious
about
what was going on today to stay away.
She’d
hear our morning prayers and turn towards us.
She’d
hear the noonday drums and would run to meet such friends
and
play along.
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