How to Hide Jesus!

[broxi bear]

HOW TO HIDE JESUS

There are people after Jesus. They have seen the signs. Quick, let's hide Him.

Let's think; carpenter, fishermen's friend, disturber of religious comfort. Let's award Him a degree in theology, a purple cassock and a position of respect. They'll never think of looking here.

Let's think; His dialect may betray Him, His tongue is of the masses. Let's teach Him Latin and seventeenth century English, they'll never think of listening in.

Let's think; humble, Man of Sorrows, nowhere to lay His head. We'll build a house for Him, somewhere away from the poor. We'll fill it with brass and silence. It's sure to throw them off. There are people after Jesus. Quick, let's hide him.

by Steve Turner

[BuzzardHut]

HOW TO HIDE JESUS

There are people after Jesus. They have seen the signs. Quick, let's hide Him.

Let's think; carpenter, fishermen's friend, disturber of religious comfort. Let's award Him a degree in theology, a purple cassock and a position of respect. They'll never think of looking here.

Let's think; His dialect may betray Him, His tongue is of the masses. Let's teach Him Latin and seventeenth century English, they'll never think of listening in.

Let's think; humble, Man of Sorrows, nowhere to lay His head. We'll build a house for Him, somewhere away from the poor. We'll fill it with brass and silence. It's sure to throw them off. There are people after Jesus. Quick, let's hide him.

by Steve Turner

Those are strange comments, you cannot hide a roaring lion, Jesus came first as a lamb but returns as a warrior. But that's what religion does, it waters down Jesus and creates lots of misunderstandings about the real Christ.
The (message) preaching of the gospel (cross) is foolishness to those who perish. 1 Corinthians 1:18

[mattfivefour]

Buzz, I think the point of the Steve Turner poem quoted in the OP is that organized religion has tried to hide the real Jesus over the years by making the Bible inaccessible through Latin or archaic language, by making approach to Him inaccessible through priests, by making worship of Him inaccessible through its liturgies, by making access to Christian fellowship inaccessible to those who need Him by building rich churches in the wealthy parts of town.

This is a common theme of his. Here is another:

I went to see where Jesus once touched the earth but the Catholics had got there before me and obscured His footprints with arches, buttresses, gold and incense. I went to see where Jesus once touched the earth. I couldn't see for concrete and collection boxes, for postcards and guide books. So I looked further down. I looked to the ground. But the ground was thirty feet higher than back in A.D.3. This is not where Jesus walked. I looked down, down to my feet, my legs,arms,chest. I looked down to where Jesus touches the earth.

And, on the subject of Christian poetry, here is one more by Steve Turner:

Which one was it
that held the nails
and then hammered them
into place?

Did he hit them
out of anger,
or a simple
sense of duty?

Was it a job
that had to be done,
or a good day's work
in the open air?

And when they
clawed past bone
and bit into wood,
was it like all the others,
or did history
shudder a little
beneath the head
of that hammer?

Was he still there,
packing away his tools,
when 'It is finished'
was uttered to the throng,
or was he at home
washing his hands
and getting ready
for the night?

Will he be
among the forgiven
on that Day of Days,
his sin having been slain
by his own savage spike?