I was thinking about what God was doing while
Jesus was forced to carry the crucifix up that hill.
I’m sure he saw Jesus suffering and getting whipped
and all. But did he intervene? Nope.
And when the Romans nailed Jesus’ hands to the
cross and the blood flowed out of his hands, what
did God do? He just sat there like a lump on a log.
He didn’t bother to lift a finger to save his son.
And when Jesus was on the cross moaning and wincing
in pain, God gazed down on the scene and shrugged.
Maybe he even enjoyed the spectacle. Well, probably
not, but there’s no way to know for sure.
So next time you go to pray for something, just remember:
This God fellow didn’t bother to rescue his own son from
an agonizing death, but surely he’ll take notice and
respond to your self-serving bleatings, right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem