Hearing God

I would have thought
That if the voice of God
Was anything like
His Son’s
Then it would be much easier
For me to hear
Because His Son
Could speak to
Five thousand men
And their families
Without a microphone
Or speakers
Or did he use
A natural amphitheatre?
Designed by him
As the world
Was created
“This will come in handy,
One day,”
He said knowingly

If I am to be judged…

If I am to be judged
When I die
Even though
I am justified
Will my lack
Of attendance
At church
Count against
Me?

I doubt it
Somehow
A rebel rabbi
That railed against
The religious
Looks deeper

But is it enough
To avoid judgement
By answering the need
Of those around
Me
Or should I seek out
The hungry?
The thirsty?
The stranger outside my door?
The sick prisoner?

Is it enough
To seek blessings
Without seeking those
Who are blessed
Already
The poor in spirit
Those who mourn
The timid and hungry (again)
The peacemakers
And the persecuted
The pure in heart
Those that thirst not just for water
But righteousness
Like a never ending stream

You will be blessed

Then Jesus said to his church, “When you have people over for a Sunday roast, don’t just invite your friends, or your prayer partners, your relatives, or your rich neighbours; if you do, they may invite you back and so you will be repaid. But when you put on a spread, invite those who cannot afford to invite you back, those with misbehaved children, those with many children. Invite those who don’t seem to fit in, and you will be blessed, sooner or later.”

The Great Party

 A rich man decided to have a fantastic party at his mansion and invited many guests. When the day came he sent his son to tell those who had been invited, ‘Come on over, the party is ready to start.’ But the guests all began to make excuses.
One said, ‘I have just bought a new house, and I must go and see it. Please excuse me.’
Another said, ‘I have just bought a new car, and I’m on my way to drive it for the first time. So sorry. Maybe next time?’
Still another said, ‘I just got married, so I can’t come.’
The son reported back to his father, who became angry and ordered his son, ‘Go out quickly into the streets and alleys of the city centre and bring in the poor, the mentally unhinged, the old and the disabled.’
‘Father,’ his son said, ‘I’d thought of that already, but there is still room for more and we’ve got way too much food and drink.’
Then the father told his son, ‘Go to the hostels for drug addicts and the brothels and persuade the people there to come, so that my house will be full. That will show those who were invited originally!’