“Safe?” said Mr Beaver. “Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
― C.S. Lewis,
Have you ever stared into a black hole – a chaos you can’t face?
You try to pretend it away. Easier to just not see it, right?
But that’s not easy when it’s a memory you can’t erase,
Even though you try to avoid the bright light,
These contradictions turn your mind into a fuse,
And you wait helplessly until it blows.
Yes, there are two books, Old and New – but this isn’t a ruse,
It’s not an attempt to sucker nations into forgetting their woes,
There was a God who went to war and left kingdoms in ashes,
There was a God – way back then –
Who left wounds like slashes
And purged evil before you could say amen;
Do you think he somehow disappeared, this God?
Do you think he ‘modernized’ into someone benign?
Someone we can box in, manage, add to our squad?
It doesn’t work like that – we can’t just draw a line
And think he’ll stay behind it.
He stays the same through ages
We sing, but we kind of gloss over that bit.
God is vast, dangerous and unable to fit inside our cages;
The very same who said an eye for an eye
Also told us to turn the other cheek;
We cannot delude ourselves, nor should we try
Our arguments will all sound weak,
Jesus isn’t ‘nice.’ He loves with a ferocity
That those religious leaders couldn’t cope with;
They railed at him and called him an atrocity,
They branded him a liar, tried to turn him into a myth;
Jesus hung out with the scum of society,
He broke the rules of the righteous,
Yet he lifted up the abused and beaten-down variety,
And called whores and thieves priceless.
In every century he clashed against the social norms,
Our God today is one and the same,
He is not some pretty toy who happily conforms;
Yet he is still the God who knows us each by name;
He is not safe a God.
But he is good.
~ Ilana Reimer