Twenty minutes to Midnight on Easter Saturday
and an ominous silence looms over the city.
God is dead, they tell me,
but don’t worry, he’ll be back on Sunday.
Or possibly he’ll catch up with us in Galilee
at any rate, certainly in our Lifetime.
He told me so himself.
He said he was just going down
to the shops for cigarettes
and that he’d be back before, as he put it:
“some standing here taste of death“(Matt 16:8).
Yes, well, we’ve all heard
such excuses before. And would it really be
so surprising then, if the Big J turned out
to be the spiritual equivalent
of the “Dead-beat Dad”?
Look at his background after all,
it’s no wonder he had “Father issues”;
an unmarried teenage Mother,
a Father-figure so often absent
he was nicknamed “the Ghost”,
Poor relationship with his Step-dad
(a considerably older
man with financial problems
and trouble with the Authorities),
the Family moving around a lot,
living in trailer-parks, never
settling in one spot for long..
So like many another troubled youth
he rebelled, ditched his carpentry apprenticeship
and joined a Cult, that,
as is Standard Operating Procedure
with these sort of Outfits,
encouraged him to disown his family.
Got to the point that he even drunkenly dissed
his Mother and sisters in public,(Matt 12:48)
when they were attempting an Intervention
to get him out of the Cult’s clutches.
Last I heard he’d completely lost it;
He jumped the counter at Cash Converters and
smashed the cash-register open with a bass guitar
he’d been trying to Hock, then cast the contents of the till
out amongst the startled customers, who,
naturally enough grabbed what they could and ran.
The cops came and dragged him off screaming
how Cash Con. were a Den of Thieves
and a place of Abominations and so on and so forth.
He defended himself in court
so naturally they crucified him,
but Legal Aid got the sentence reduced
on Appeal, to 240 hours Community Service ,
after presenting a Psych Report
which painted a dismal picture
of his difficult and disadvantaged childhood.
Didn’t see much of him after that
and now it seems he’s gone completely AWOL.
Just as well he didn’t have kids really,
this sort of family dysfunction
can easily become an intractable, inter-generational
social problem (Kings 15:30)
and next thing you know
they’re all on Pensions,
with the Nanny State acting in loco parentis,
just another Welfare burden
supported by your tax dollars.
It really makes you think, doesn’t it?
The Reverend Hellfire..
he’s a bad, mad man
and dangerous to get into a conversation with.