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Woke Jesus.

“Woke Jesus” is a recent term which elevates the humanity of Christ over the divinity of Christ. The woke Jesus “movement” is promoted within progressive and liberal Christian circles and now even widely among non-believer groups on the left who characterize Jesus as a social justice warrior who came to earth to liberate the oppressed. It also serves to further their political positions with selective arguments gleaned from the very biblical doctrines of their believing opponents.

Pointing to the many scriptures and themes of Jesus speaking out against injustice and oppression coupled with clear expressions of His emotion like sadness, joy and anger, “woke Jesus” advocates for the advancement of the human side of Jesus over the divine side of Jesus as if the two are in direct conflict, with the human Jesus being much more palpable and humanly relatable. The fully-human-fully-God inseparability of Jesus as one person is too much to grasp and inconvenient to the politics of some.

Jesus being both God and Man is an inescapable truth but not a mutually exclusive one. Jesus the divine person is one of firm, timeless and unarguable moral absolutes, anathema to many non-believers who would much rather embrace the human Jesus as being more relevant to needs and issues in the world today (as if human needs and issues have become suddenly so disparate over just the past few decades over the entirety of history.) For them, a “woke Jesus” provides inspiration, guidance, compassion and a broader, more welcoming greyscale on the continuum of moral black and white. In other words, denial of many attributes of an absolute God made personal in Christ which are clearly biblical is one of purely personal and political convenience.

silenced reason

It will be very soon and not very long

Our cohort of voices all will be gone.

Six feet under and all out of time

A generation’s voice silenced as mime.

Tradition, convention, old fashioned beliefs

Stole by the grave and its myriad thieves

Sensible, logical, for centuries held

Replaced by such lies that all history’s repelled.

Who then will remain to defend common sense?

No remnant of voices to speak, and hence,

Very soon it is coming, and not very long

Our cohort of voices will soon all be gone.

So many whys.

I wander the streets with nowhere to go,

No roof or shelter from winds that blow.

With belly growls and hair of mange

I scour for scraps, I find loose change.

Just a young woman, lost and alone,

With dreams and aspirations entirely unknown.

I never thought I’d end up like this,

With no one to turn to, no one to miss.

Nights are frightening as dignities are sold

From doorway professions by others more bold.

Commuters rush by in their busy lives,

Ignoring my pleas and deaf to my cries.

Yet still I hold fast to a glimmer and cope

And someday I’ll find a messenger of hope.

To rise from the ashes of this daily despair,

And find some place to be loved and perhaps even spared.

But for now I keep walking these streets on my own

With hopes for someday a place to call home.

Until then I’ll fight to just stay alive

With dreams intact, yet so many whys.

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It always rains on Mother’s Day

It always rains on Mother’s Day

Ever since she had to fly away.

No card to mail, bouquet to send,

No fragrant scent for my best friend.

Just a salty face that won’t erase

The void today, the empty space.

It always rains on Mother’s Day

Ever since she had to fly away.