Thursday, February 1, 2018

What If Jesus Were a Jane?

I sometimes look at the world around me and wonder how we reached such a point in civilization since we are supposed to be the most intelligent creatures on earth. After all, we still have war. At least, at this stage in my life, I don't fret about it any more. I have an acceptance of my journey that is no longer fraught with bouts of depression or dismay. Through out the years of trials and hard headed tribulations I have brought upon myself, I have discovered peace,
accompanied with an enormous, tree hugging, snowflake,  whatever you want to call it, acknowledgement of Grace with a capital "G".


My positions  do not always make my opinions cherished, but my desire to share my thoughts brings to mind Jesus, popular, but not with every crowd. It  did not stop him from sharing his Truth. He was born to do that. I think some of us may be. I like to think that. Insert emoji here, but it seems inappropriate. 👼What the heck!

I have trained my brain not to fret as I used to; yes, it is possible to do that. However, I still wonder,  at times, about random things in general in the terms of  "what if". From one pondering comes this poem I am about to share. The women's movements of the day,part of the natural rising of dirt to the surface due to a lack of deep cleanings, may have been in the recesses of my mind when these words came to me. Don't burn me at the stake; I am not a heretic. I love Jesus. He was, and I believe still is, very cool.


What If Jesus Were a Jane?

What if Jesus were a Jane
in a world drenched with pain
that special kind of rain
that sticks to the skin
to the end?

What if Jane had a plan
for salvation for all man
turning can't into can,
that radical kind of thought
that can't be bought?

What if "can" won the day
and her plan was "the way"
and her life our Easter play
that isn't very fun
always ending with the Son.

What if that Son were a Daughter;
would her story just be fodder;
would her role be carry water
from that water springs forth life,
would that Jane become a wife?

These are questions in my life.

Well, I am not sure what anyone should do with this information, but as I said earlier, I am compelled to speak my peace. And on that note, peace.
Love, Linda

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