"Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
That Mary went
The Lamb was sure to go."
Now, it might seem that I am going to make some sort of cute analogy between Mary and her Lamb going with her wherever she went, kind of like Jesus going "with us" wherever we go.
Nah, I thought of something else.
Jesus Jesus went around
Healing the sick and those who were down
But everywhere that Jesus went
He was circled 'round by those who frown.
Frowners frowners everywhere
Everywhere Jesus went,
The frowners were surely there.
That really makes for some pretty atrocious poetry, I know.
But, like good ol' Jesus, meek & mild, every once in a while you've just got to be grieved in your heart and even angered at the hardness of men's hearts and just get damn sick and tired of the "frowners," the "disapprovers," the "checkers," the judgers, the ones who are always checking and evaluating and judging about whether good or evil is going on, making sure you don't approve of sin, and making sure you always mention the devil and his works (as if he was something) and making sure you get your words right and your "isms" straight and your "ists" in line and that everyone is properly "manifesting" (according to their human-reasoning standards of manifestation).
They're the ones who are mad because the sinners and harlots go into the kingdom before they do. They strain at gnats and swallow camels. They didn't go away in the first century AD but have proliferated throughout the world and breed like rabbits and in our day have become good little evangelicals and fundamentalists and pentecostals (tares in our fields) who know all the scriptures and all the right things to do and everything in their life is "Christian," from "Christian" schools, to "Christian" music, to "Christian" clothes lines, to "Christian" golf clubs, to only doing business with "Christian businesses", to eating Christian spaghetti, voting for "Christian issues", and they keep themselves "unspotted" from the world so as not to get soiled by the "unbelievers" and God will surprise them one day by letting who they thought were the unbelievers through the gate and they will be turned away. And they will say, "Lord Lord," and raise their hands in praise and shout and jump and quote scripture and the Lord will say, "Depart from me, you workers of iniquity, I NEVER KNEW YOU!"
And to the grateful with tears publicans and harlots and sinners who never thought they deserved a thing He will say, "Enter Thou Into the JOY of thy Lord!" For He will be found by a people who sought Him not.
I'm tired of the frowners. I'm tired of having to please them. I'm tired of healing on the sabbath day and forgiving sins over and over and tired of their frowns and their displeasure and their stand-offishness and their disapproval. Blind guides! Hypocrites! White-washed sepulchers!
Let them evaluate and and check and judge and disapprove themselves right into the pit of hell! They will not see ME until they say, "Blessed is He Who cometh in the Name of the Lord."
If the shoe doesn't fit, don't wear it. He who hath ears, let him hear.