A Christmas Poem (Dec. 25, 2012)

When they came for him in the garden,
He didn’t stand his ground.
When Peter drew his sword and cut off the High Priest’s slave’s ear,
Christ healed the slave and ordered Peter to back down.

The rich would hate him as a guest at their fancy dinners.
He would invite prostitutes, tax collectors, lepers, and poor people in.
He would tell parables about how hard it is for the rich to get to heaven,
And how the first shall be last and the last shall be first.

If they bemoaned government, he would tell them to give unto Caesar what is Caesar’s.
If they celebrated wealth, he would tell them to give all their wealth away.
If they decried the inheritance tax, he would tell them only the meek inherit the earth.
If they shouted “Don’t Tread on Me”, he would tell them to turn the other cheek.

They say America is a Christian nation.
They say Christ supports our wars,
They say we should see great wealth as a sign of grace.
I say these people might be wrong.

But today I won’t stand my ground,
Merry Christmas.