Saturday, October 21, 2017


Very interested in all the #MeToo postings.  I have my own story that I had pretty much put out of my mind.  A fellow ESL teacher set me up in such a way that I was alone with him in a dark, unpopulated space (classrooms out in a field behind a church at night).  It was scary, and when I told the people in charge the next business day, they moved his class but he was not let go, therefore free to harass his students.  However, something (or Someone) inspired me to write this poem.  It's a first draft, but it's timely.  This is a conversation that never took place.

(“For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes, to the Jew first and also to the Greek.”  Romans 1:16)

This is a conversation that never took place.
It could happen in a dream, though.  Jesus Christ could come
to H. W. in his sleep one night.  It would not be the first time
Jesus went out of his way to find some lost soul.

Jesus might say, “What can I do for you, H.W.?”
H.W.’s eyes would be cast down in shame--to his credit.
The photographs have shown no shame.  Arrogance, yes.
Even amusement.  But no shame.

H.W. says: “Well, I know two things.  You’re Jesus of Nazareth
and you’re dead.”  Smiling, Jesus says:  “No, H.W, look at me. 
I’m not dead.  I’m right here, alive, talking to you right now.”
H. W. says: “I’m a Jew; what am I to do with that?”

Jesus says: “I came for everyone, H.W., for the Jew first; also for
the Gentile.  I came for you.”  There is no logical reason, but H.W.
begins to sob, repentant.  H. W. is forgiven; H.W. is born again.

This is a conversation that never took place, but it could.  

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