Christ Interrupted

With a prime location like that
it's no wonder that the church
just before the intersection of five different roads
near my union hall posts messages
on its black-on-white deli-style sign near the road;
my only gripe is that something tells me that
God would not be so obnoxiously sarcastic or
condescending, even with His righteousness and all.
"No one knows the pain of rejected love like Jesus,"
reads this week's addition to the list of little gems.
The funny part is that last week it was the same
except for one word: they changed 'unrequited'
to 'rejected'. My assessment of the maneuver
was that a vote at the meeting of church elders
may have decided that a five-dollar word like
'unrequited' was a bit too much to chew
for the target demographic. Dumb it down
for the down and out, Christian soldiers.
Turn the Holy Trinity into a few pan-handlers and
see if anyone notices. I suppose that means
I'm still on the right track, or at least not so deceived.

Three ducks-- two brown females and
one male with his trademark shiny green head--
foraged for worms in a lake of a puddle
formed in the church lawn by the spring's heavy rains.
They didn't know that it wouldn't last much longer
or if they did, they didn't care. God to them was how
He should be: a giver of life, not a dependent neighbor.

We've taken a good script and written out the hero.
It's not who they'd have you believe.