Who is going to help?

The minister says

“I am a Trump supporter.

So are most of my congregation

so we are not politically inclined

to wear masks.”

My brain does a manoeuvre

not dissimilar

to a cockatoo i watched yesterday

wobbling on a telephone wire,

flipping upside down

and swinging by one claw

with its head undulating

amusingly

from side to side.

Is a mask political?

I suppose if you got

one printed

with your favourite

party slogan

it might be.

But then the minister says

something about belief in

Jesus’ healing and how wearing a mask

doubts Jesus’ abilities.

Jesus lived a long time ago.

I don’t know quite how things operated.

The New Testament was clearly written by his supporters

One wonders if

behind the scenes

some Roman Emperor was shaking his fist

at the time of the original

publication

and crying

“Disinformation!”

Back then you had to beg

for ears on loan

because Mark Zuckerberg’s

great (x4) grandfather hadn’t yet been

conceived.

and tweeting was weird

to say the least.

So maybe the Emperor’s cries

went unheard.

All I’m saying is

Trump has a proven record

of blatant liary.

He’s a proper gander

at times.

So before you send

the masks back,

Mr Minister,

just check the sender.

Could be JC Junior of

Nazareth PPE Supplies.

7 thoughts on “Who is going to help?

      1. My instinct (I am no theologian) is that humans, if created in God’s image as claimed) must be somewhat precious to Him. And, indeed Jesus died on the cross to save us. So … I was going to say that Jesus would be on the life saving side of the issue. But, in fact, it’s souls he’s about, rather than physical lives. In that case, I am not sure whether he would have a strong opinion. As long as your soul is in good order and you live righteously,. But I am sure there are some would say God has a plan. My problem is, how do you know what the plan is until after? And then if we little numpties are down here trying to second guess His plan, perhaps we’re actually not following it. We’re the cat among the pigeons… or the doves.

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      1. πŸ˜€ oh good… It was the “Jesus died on the cross for us” that threw me.
        I love Pratchett’s take on the whole ineffability of God’s plan:
        β€œGod does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won’t tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.”
        except for maybe the smiles all the time bit. There’s a lot of smiting in the old testament. Especially for people who ask “are we there yet”.

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