April 23, 2012


You stand your stolen pulpit

pontificate, yet uncertain

Your magician’s words

distracting from your lies

crutching misplaced faith


If you were to ask

“Was Jesus … ”

(insert your preferred




misdirection here)

“… ?”


I could not be certain

you would hear my answer

You neither know the God I adore

nor have you care enough

to permit Him speech


Despite how oft’ you ask the answer

(you seek but do not want; refused

the Answer to a need much greater)

you’ve already missed the point


The question is not what Jesus was

or wasn’t, but Who Jesus Is


that He lives

proves all He is (was and will be)


We stand on nothing less secure

or fall


A University chaplain asks: “Was Jesus Gay?

Not knowing whether to be furious or to

laugh myself silly; I wrote this poem instead.


If you have to ask a question like this at all,

then you really have no clue Who Jesus Is.


Just in case you're curious:



Jesus is not "gay"

Jesus did not marry Mary Magdalene

Jesus did not have children.

Jesus is not buried, anywhere,

He is not dead!



Jesus is the Son of God.

Jesus is holy.

Jesus is completely without sin

(regardless your disbelief).

Jesus is the Rock,

on Him you'll either

be safe or stumble.


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