Once in a Blue Moon
One day God felt lonely, cheated even.
He’d missed out on so much, hadn’t
Looked in on his creation for quite a
While, so long in fact his worshppers
Had become withdrawn, some having
Almost forgotten him.
Over lunch with Jesus there was little
Sympathy for an almighty who neglected
His flock. It’s one thing to have a God
Who cannot be tested, but quite another
Matter to have a God who fails to visit
‘His great work’ at least once in a blue
One-way traffic, all praise, scant
Recognition in return. No matter how
High the deity, the laity surely deserves
At least a modicum of attention, and yet
There had been a famine in this direction
For too many years to count. ‘Abdicate
Responsibility, lose the esteem of thy
Followers’, was very much on the lips
Of those within earshot.
In thought of this God felt chastened
Indeed, brought to book even, in light
of which Jesus wisely held his council
For fear of upsetting his father. Let us
Not forget that in heaven there is no
Higher authority to look up to for help
Should, God forbid, heaven fail.
A conundrum if ever there was one.
A spiritual dilemma of the most severe
Kind. Had God deserted his people? On
The surface it certainly looked that way.
Jesus however, thought otherwise.
God moves in mysterious ways, slow to
Anger, quick to forgive. Jesus knew of
God’s wish to visit the earth but equally
Knew that he could not intervene in the
Ways of the world for one very simple
Reason: in distant times God had made
Man and woman free bestowing as part
Of this accord dominion over the animals.
Thus unwilling to go back on his word
God had stayed away. However, in light
Of present circumstances it was surely
Time to revisit the document in question
In search of … and there it was! A rider,
A condition whereby God could, given
Certain provisions in the clause, influence
Earthly events from afar unseen by men
And angels. And the means by which this
Work would be done was love.
And God so loved the world …
And lo there came a great outpouring of
Love, a huge increase in giving, so many
Gave that churches everywhere declared
A miracle. A Christmas miracle, a miracle
Of giving, giving to the poor, the less
Fortunate, the hungry, the homeless, the
Sick and the infirm. Truly the work of
A loving God.
So you see, never judge a book by its cover,
And always be prepared to look for God in
Your heart - he’s in there somewhere.
Give what you can to those in need – animals too.
© Joseph G Dawson
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