“Christ has no body now but yours. No hands, no feet on earth but yours. Yours are the eyes through which he looks compassion on this world. Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good. Yours are the hands through which he blesses all the world. Yours are the hands, yours are the feet, yours are the eyes, you are his body. Christ has no body now on earth but yours.”
― Teresa of Ávila
It really doesn’t matter to what orthodoxy your profess. If you’re not bringing justice, love, and service more fully into this present space in which we exist, I’m of the opinion you’re missing the point. Be the answer to someone’s prayer.
Did ya’ll seriously not run that that by operations first? No? It’s like right there in the company mission statement.
“Love thy neighbor.”
What do you mean, love can have many forms, some of them liquid? Would you like to be doused with water on a cold San Francisco morning? Well, of course you wouldn’t. I know you’re not homeless. What do you mean they shouldn’t be sleeping in doorways? I’ll bet they don’t want to get wet, probably because they don’t have a roof over their head. Instead of sprinklers, I’ll tell you what we should have installed – beds in the community hall. Oh, that’s where you play bingo.
Please come see me in HR, ASAP.
“Hey Daddy, was Jesus perfect?”
“That’s a tough question, Javier. Hmmm, I don’t know how to answer that. I’m going to say no, he wasn’t perfect.”
“Well, some kids in my class say he was perfect, but I don’t think so. He must have made his mommy mad at some point when he was little.”
“Hah, you’re right. I’ll bet he didn’t eat his apples all the time like Asier. You raise an interesting point though, Javier. I actually don’t know if perfect is even a relevant question to ask. What is perfection? Never making a mistake? You can’t be human without learning from making mistakes and learning from them. If perfection is completely living your potential, then he might have been perfect, but still, most people see perfection as just not making any mistakes. Martin Luther King Jr. wasn’t a perfect man. Some say he cheated on his wife. I’m sure he would be the first to tell you that he was a sinner. Does that make him less of a hero? He struggled and sacrificed for us all, but he had his weaknesses. If Jesus was fully human, it would follow that he made some mistakes too, but again, I don’t even think it’s relevant to talk about. Just like Martin Luther King Jr.’s life, it’s not relevant to mention his individual failings. The most important measure of their lives is their heroism.”
“Isn’t it more interesting to talk about heroes than perfect people? Perfection isn’t a goal. Heroism is the goal. Was Jesus perfect, is the wrong question. He was a hero because he made heroic choices in his life. He overcame his weaknesses, his fear, and his doubt to make a heroic choice.”
“So there you go, Javier perfection isn’t the goal of life, heroism is.”
Here’s an interview with a fictitious rockstar you’ll never hear.
Rolling Stone: So, Rob, your shows are legendary. We know the women throw their underwear on stage, you are a man among men, and that the arena goes insane. First, where do you get the energy for these performances, and two, what’s the strangest thing someone has thrown on stage?
Rob: <chuckles> I appreciate that you like the shows. They are a blast to put on and the entire team lives for that energy, ya know? When we’re on the road, prepping, rehearsing; we sometimes don’t eat the way we should. I know I’m guilty of this. We have caterers that bring in all sorts of wonderfully prepared dishes, but we just don’t get much. Frankly, it’s mostly for the crew; we’re just so into the music, man. We don’t have much time to eat. Somebody’ll put a bag of Cheetoes and a coke in my hands at some point, and I’ll munch it down. You know, if I think about it, I don’t know where we get the energy, by all rights we should be zombies. It’s got to be the adrenaline.
Rolling Stone: Yeah, sure, adrenaline, that’s it. <snicker>
Rob: What? <smiles>
Strangest thing thrown on stage? I can’t recall anything specific, but people throw all kinds of crazy shit up there. It’s like some sort of old Testament altar for some people; they’ll throw their favorite book, article of clothing, sometimes food (although I don’t know if that’s because they were unhappy with the show), sometimes children’s toys, demo tapes you name it and someone’s thrown it. People will put envelopes with messages to us, some desirous, others confessions about the strangest things; stuff they wanted to get off their chests. It’s weird. We just kind of take it in. These are people who have poured their hearts into us, our music, and they have this connection that allows them bequeath their guilt, desire, regrets, passions up onto the stage and then leave it.
Rolling Stone: That’s kinda creepy man. These people unbalanced or something?
Rob: No, I don’t think so, in fact, I don’t think they want anything from us that they are not getting. There’s the music. I mean, the smallest amount they paid for the show last night was $75 and it was packed. There must be something they like, right? They are yelling and jumping and dancing and their faces are lit up. It’s infectious, the energy. But if they are leaving behind something, unburdening themselves, it’s so they can go out without whatever it was. The demo tape guys, are young musicians looking for validation a break, something. We listen to most of them, and some are pretty good. We have even gotten back to a few who knocked our socks off. But you see it’s not really about the tape, it’s the act of leaving it. They took the chance, they put themselves out there. That act, I think, is all it was about. It’s like the act of leaving a piece of themselves on stage with us, lets them purge it. They’re all confessions, really. It’s like they are saying, here I am, this is me, unadorned, no pretense. Here are my innermost desires and since they don’t know us personally, they don’t have to worry about being judged. It’ll never get back to them. If the demo tape sucked, nobody has to know. It’s sorta cathartic, i think. It’s all good, man. We’re just stoked that they continue to come to the shows and as long as they let us keep doing it, we’re gonna fucking tear the house down.
Rolling Stone: Pulled it together at the end there, didn’tcha? You’re sort of a rock star philosopher, man. It seems a bit incongruous to the stomping strutting arrogant rock god we all know and love. I know you guys got a lot of bad press for some of the demands in your riders.
Rob: <Laughs> Yeah, sure there’s that. You kinda have to do that, you know. I’m not naturally a dick in real life. I swear. But sometimes for the show you have to act like it. I totally swear it’s necessary up to a point. We’re a focal point of male energy, female desire and to create the illusion sometimes you just have to say fuck it. <Interviewer’s aside: Rob reaches across the table, grabs my bottle of water and pours it down his throat, then tosses it across the room>. That. That was a dick move, but you totally want to be me now don’tcha, bro?
Rolling Stone: <laughing> A little bit.
Rob: There’s a bit of arrogance to being what someone would call a rock god, but I don’t for one second think it’s about me. I strut, I stomp, I stroke my instrument, I sing, but it’s not about me. Sure they came to see the band, but we are surrogates or proxies. Think about it, there’s always some rock god, heartthrob, mega star, diva, whatever. You think those people created the followers, created the fans created the urges to fucking rock? Nah. We’re just like vessels, man. It’s not about me or the band or even about the music.
Rolling Stone: There’s a first, rockstar says it’s not about the music. I mean we all know that about Nickleback, but even they wouldn’t say it.
Rob: Haha, touché. I think you’re misunderstanding. Yes, the music is important, it’s under its auspices that we come together. If it was unworthy, they wouldn’t come… but, and here’s a big but, they would still come to someone. We, the rockstars, are fulfilling a pent up demand. We didn’t create the demand, the human need. They wouldn’t be sitting at home if we sucked. In a more economic sense, they have a set amount of money to spend on food and water, and they choose us.
Rolling Stone: This is turning into either those best or most bizarre interviews we’ve ever done. So let me get this straight, you’re comparing your music to food and water. That’s arrogant even for you. <Snickers>
Rob: FUCKING YEAH! We rock, now worship at the foot of our awesomeness! Being a rockstar is partly an act. D’uh. It’s a shared delusion, one into which we both enter willingly. It’s a collective delusion where the band and I get to feed off the energy of the crowd, to channel it, if you will, and direct it back at the crowd. The crazier they get, the crazier I get. We can’t control it, it’s a collective. We all need to be worshiped a bit and by coming together in these venues, they get to experience that pure energy vicariously. Hell, I experience it vicariously, even when I am on stage. Again, the band and I are not the goal, purpose, or end destination of their energy, just the channels for it. It flows through us, we amp it up, feed it back, and we get more in return. It’s like fucking drugs, man. I sometimes think that’s why a lot of rockstar do drugs. They’re trying to fill the void between gigs. It’s a real letdown, let me tell you.
We all have our roles, you know? Some of us are builders, thinkers, and creators. And some of us are clerics. Not gods, but clerics. We are channels and facilitators for spiritual energy not recipients of it. We’re not rock gods, dude, we’re fucking rock priests!
<flips over coffee table and struts out>
Laura and I talk a lot about marriage, fidelity, and love. Sometimes I am scared of what I don’t know I don’t know. So we talk, put it all on the table. Are we crazy? What are we feeling, thinking? Should we be flipping out because we’re in our forties?
I have said it before, but it is distressing to us that many within our various circles have decided to call it quits with their spouses. It’s like magic – hit your forties and bam, people start to think. I don’t know what they think, but I know what thoughts consume us. And we talk about it.
We constantly ask ourselves if even the questions we are asking are right? What should we be thinking about as our lives near a midpoint (statistically speaking)? Are we worried that we didn’t get to do the things we wanted? We don’t have all the things we wanted or needed? Is our house sufficiently comfortable? Do we have lots of friends, nice cars, well paying meaningful employment? Should we have dated more? Did we miss out not having sexual conquests, sowing our wild oats? Girlfriends? Boyfriends? Enough travel? Who did we become? Did we become what we dreamed? I My, we, our, mine?
We do ask those questions. I can imagine so many couples ask themselves, is this all? I want more, I dreamed of more, but right now it’s too much work. I want to start over. You’re not doing it for me. Laura and I do conclude that most of the things we thought we wanted when we younger have not happened. Life is not ideal, we are not particularly successful by objective standards, I guess. We have four beautiful kids whom we adore, but our lives are not champagne wishes and caviar dreams. Money is tight, old friends are scattered over the globe, new ones are hard to come by. Professionally we struggle for relevance.
I work in technology. If you want to know what that means, consider the downfall of Myspace? That happens to people too, to anyone who stops swimming for even a second. The current will wash you away and no one will care. The river don’t care, man, not one bit.
Laura struggles with being a woman working in a Latin culture, one in which women are secretaries, little girls to fetch the coffee, not capable of making important decisions. A smart competent woman is paired with a rising male star only so that she will assist him and he may shine. It happens over and over and over. Most of them haven’t the drive, smarts, and wisdom she holds in her little finger – but because she is a woman, she gets a pat on the head. Oh, isn’t it cute, the little girl has an opinion.
We are no strangers to difficulties, marital and otherwise.
Couples counselors will say that you have to work for what you want, that you have to put in effort. That a good marriage takes work, sweat, and you will reap the rewards. You will get what you want, but you have to work for it. Sure, so people go to counseling and work on the externals; communicating wants and needs better. Go on dates, and try to rekindle the new relationship energy. There are lots of things, but all too often the problems in our families and in our relationships reflect our values in society. Life is to be experienced. Life is about what I get out of it.
I’d like to turn that on its head. Life isn’t about me, it’s about you. It’s not about filling your cup, but emptying it, pouring it out to those in need. When we think of life as things to experience, things to consume, things to smell, things to imbibe, things to sex, things to use, we are pouring them down a bottomless chute. All things that I collect for myself are transient, fleeting, will corrode, have no lasting effect, and will be forgotten along with our worm ridden carcasses.
When we choose to take from this world and stuff it in our maw, we will never be satisfied and the world will be poorer for it.
If, however, you choose to pour yourself out, to empty your cup, to leave it all in the ring, when the end comes you will have enriched the world, touched those around you, left a legacy to your life here among the living. The saying, you can’t take it with you is true for everything, even experiences.
The best and most lasting thing you can leave behind is love.
I have written and erased this post a bunch of times. Too preachy? Too self indulgent. Poorly written? – Maybe one or all of the above. In any case, I feel like I need to get it down and just throw it out there, let the universe have it, if it cares.
My pastor said something a while back that stuck with me, “Show me the God you believe in and I will tell you who you are.” That’s pretty radical, if you think about it. The God in whom you believe really is more about you than him/her. The traits with which you identify, amplify, and espouse, really tell us about you, not some mythological character. If you believe in a condemning, vengeful, short tempered god, guess what? That’s you. If your God is merciful and loving, the same.
When I was young, the angry god who would send people to Hell just didn’t jive with me. There was never any doubt, even before I had any sense of theology, we’re talking like second grade, that there was something flawed about this god. The idea of original sin, an angry spiteful god who would punish us for misdeeds never made sense to me naturally. Like a good Catholic, though, I kept my more radical thoughts to myself.
Recently, the Internet has given voice to a growing movement of Atheists, emboldened by the ability to connect anonymously, they have found new solidarity from the daily pressures to nod and remain silent while the shrill voices of Christian dogma swirl around them. To say you are an Atheist is nearly a death sentence in many circles, so they have found respite online. While rational and cathartic, I have noticed some things that trouble me in the same way as those shrill angry vengeful self-professed christians.
On the one hand you have: god cares and has a hand in our daily lives. He punishes the wicked and rewards the just. He’s out there waving his magic shillelagh always on notice to smite the wicked.
On the other hand you have: the universe doesn’t care. It’s not that the universe is capricious, though. The universe simply cannot be appealed to. We may prostrate ourselves to it, but there is nothing. There is nothing to care. Even an indifferent universe would seem a conscious choice. No, there just is simply nothing that may care about you and your needs and your life and your little petty issues. Nothing.
The universe is cold and does not feel your pain.
So I say to you, my fellow, do not tell me the universe does not feel, because I feel. I feel your pain. I care about you. The universe is not indifferent, because I am not indifferent. I know that I make a conscious choice to love. It is not always easy, and I fail frequently, but I try to point my bow into the wind toward what I believe is my God, a god of love. We may fail. We may despair. We may feel alone. We may want to judge. We may wish to punish, but if we do not have love for our fellows, we are lost, and surely god is dead. You see, he’s not out there apart from us.
It is not magic, it is faithfulness. Faithfulness to what, you ask? Be faithful to love, my brothers and sisters. Be faithful to each other.
Uncle said it best, “Jaaackieeee, EGGS DON’T MATTER!” 
It’s a perfect metaphor for what is wrong with our results-driven society where we claw and scrape and push and shove and lie and cheat to get what is ours. Why do you want it? Because others have it? It is a gluttonous age when we have more than we have ever had, but are more worried than ever of going without. When will we learn that these things don’t matter?
Whatever you believe, the message of this Easter season, the message of Jesus, is that these things don’t matter. Practically nothing matters. Even your life is transient, fleeting, superfluous.
What does matter is seeing others as yourself. The achievement of one is an achievement of all. The failure of one is a failure of all. We are all in it together, pulling together, sharing, caring, and loving. There is no “us vs. them,” because there is no “them.” There is only we.
What I would have liked for this Easter season egg hunt with the grabbing and clawing and selfishness, would have been for those who had claimed an egg to have shared with those that had none, that everybody would have seen the pain of a child who had none and said, there but for the grace of God go I.
These eggs are meaningless, valueless, if they do not represent the gift of love that I give to you, my neighbor.
Jesus: Mother Teresa was a great lady. She was a great and wonderful person. I say this because it makes me sad to see she was not happy.
I guess I knew it. I’d heard her cries in the darkness. She was tortured.
She was tortured by what though? What was it that was eating her up inside?
Host: Audience? I see that Jesus is pausing for us to ponder his question. What do you say, audience? What was Mother Teresa tortured by?
*audience member struggles to his feet*
Yes, you, hold on, here I come.
Audience Member: *out of breath* Yes, I think she was tortured by her doubt. She had lost her belief and was trying to gain it back.
Jesus: Well, that’s what she writes in her letters. But let me ask you… *smiles* because I like asking these questions. In what had she lost her faith? What was this "belief" she was trying to get back? Belief in what?
Audience Member: Ummm
Host: Let’s ask someone else. You there –
Audience Member 2: *grabbing microphone* I, um, think she had lost her faith in you? She wasn’t sure if she believed in God? Maybe she lost her belief in prayer? Maybe Satan had gotten to her.
Jesus: Maybe we’re getting closer, but we’re still a long way off. Let me do my best to answer this question. From what I can tell, all Mother Teresa lost was her belief in orthodoxy. Since orthodoxy was the foundation of her spiritual life, she found that when she lost her way with regard to the objectification of her faith as put forth by the Catholic Church… sure enough, she lost her faith, her belief in the way. It all got tossed by the wayside because she had never stripped it down enough to recognize it in its nakedness.
Orthodoxy is like paint. Sometimes it’s pretty, serves a function and works well enough. But sometimes it covers up some deep rust, scars in the structure and foundations. When we can’t strip away the paint and check out the undercarriage, give it some maintenance, we’re doomed to catastrophic failure. ‘Cause paint, although nice, doesn’t keep the ship from sinking.
I like to be certain about the root of things.
You like to be certain, right?
Audience: *in unison* Yes Lord!
Jesus: *laughing* That just reminded me of a movie. Sorry *stifles guffaw*. Where were we?
An older priest went on a sabbatical to spend some time with the Missionaries of Charity. He had been in a spiritual crisis, and upon meeting Mother Teresa, asked her to pray for his clarity. She laughed at him and walked away, refusing with a flip of her hand. Baffled and confused, the priest asked her why? Why wouldn’t she pray for him. He sought clarity.
I know what she thought. She thought to herself, "clarity is a pipe dream, honey. There is no clarity. Don’t you think if anybody had clarity, I’d have it? Clarity is something I’ve sought my whole life. And it has eluded me."
That is just so sad, my friends. You complicate everything. You complicate and sour those very things that should bring you joy. You codify and organize and arrange – until you’re left with these tasteless, joyless morsels. Ughggg who can eat that stuff.
God = Love
Equal as in the same. What is love, but empathy, caring. Love is not mimickry. Love is not rules. Love is not "going through the motions" out of stubborn devotion, out of some misguided duty to ME. Men, how would it make you feel if you found out your wives were faking orgasms?
Not too good, huh.
Well, I don’t feel very good when you do the same. Do you bear the stench of the homeless old man, because he is Jesus, putting up with him for your chits in heaven. Slog your way through the unpleasantness to get to the creamy filling.
Personally, it doesn’t do a thing for me, and it shouldn’t for you either. It’s a waste. It wastes my time, and it wastes yours.
Love is empathy. Empathy is projecting yourselves, getting outside of your mortal shell and into the hearts of others. I don’t want you to help the dirty, miserable, craven, pathetic, misguided, or criminal. I want you to LOVE them. What does love mean. Love compels you to help them. You should be passionate about that. Love is acceptance. Love doesn’t judge. Love isn’t proud. Love doesn’t despair. Love is a force multiplier. Love is infectious. Love is sincere. Love is binding.
In that connection, that connection of love, within its tendrils as they intertwine amongst you all, between rich and poor, between self-righteous and humble, between the smug and the doubtful is where I dwell.
Let me tell you what you will do, people. Here it is. You will do this because it will make you happy. It will bring you joy.
Connect with each other. Reach out to your enemies and love them, especially those that would hurt you, fear you. Love them more, because they need it. Love them not as a sacrifice, but as a joy. Don’t worry about the outcome. Outcomes will take care of themselves and beside you don’t love for the outcome of it, do you?
And if you’re looking for me, know that I am Love, that it is in your true and sincere devotion to one another that I exist.
And if you fake it, it doesn’t work.
I will still love you though.
Host: We’ve got a nice show lined up today. Jesus’s publicist informed us that he’s looking to get the word out on the nature of prayer. Seeing as how so many of us pray and how little we understand of His will, we’re looking forward to him revealing something… anything today.
Host: Before we get to that, though, let’s take a break. We’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere. When we come back, Jesus will reveal the intricacies and nature of prayer.
Host: Welcome back everyone. Before I bring out Jesus, he requested a little exercise. He said, ‘I want everyone to pray I come out today.’ So, folks, fold your hands and bow your heads. Pray that Jesus comes out of the green room to join us today.
*hush falls over crowd*
Host: Let’s get some help from home too. Come on everyone, let’s get this prayer circle going.
*Jesus comes bouncing out from backstage with a gallop*
Jesus: Here I am. That was nice. I’m feeling pretty spry today. *jogs in place* Feelin’ good. It’s a beautiful day. Everybody’s focused. Nice.
Host: Okay, everyone, He’s here. You can stop praying now.
Jesus: No don’t stop on my account. You go right ahead, keep it up. What is it that you envision? What do you want? What is it that you want to make manifest?
Host: Um, Jesus, you’re already here.
Jesus: I know, but it feels good. Let a guy bask for a bit. Okay, ya’ll can stop praying now for a little bit and listen. First – and this is a big one – I want to tell you all what prayer isn’t. But first, I’d like to address something that’s been kicking around for bit in my mind.
Jesus: Some of you have asked yourselves and others, why it is that God hates amputees. Yeah, that’s right, amputees. Kinda arbitrary, no? How come in the history of creation no person has ever had a limb grow back? People pray for it, right? Even lots of people at a time pray for it? "Please, Jesus, give back my son’s arm." These are noble prayers. Look, they say, it’s not for me, even. Give back my son’s arm to him. That’s a powerful sentiment, for sure. If there was ever a prayer that I could answer it would that one.
Jesus: Problem is, I can’t
Jesus: Look, grumble all you want, but I don’t answer prayers the way you think I do.
Jesus: Ask yourself this: How come the miracles that happen, or the prayers that get answered, with regard to sickness are always internal medicine? Cancer? You all say, "His cancer’s in remission! praise Jesus, our prayers were answered." Does that mean I killed the vast majority who do, indeed, die? I don’t work like that. It’s not a lottery, a look, "I got 2 get out of death cards here, and whoever prays the hardest will get them." Bah! It don’t work like that, folks.
Jesus: No, so called, "miracles" and "answered prayers" are always about something that science doesn’t understand fully yet. It seems magical because you don’t understand it. The cancer is gone – praise Jesus! I say to you, the cancer is gone, get on with your life. Use it!
Jesus: And prayers? Your prayers were answered the moment the doctors and nurses went about trying to treat you. Yes, you heard that right – answered. Your prayers are always answered. Who answers them?
Jesus: Haha, I was hoping someone in the audience would finish that thought *winks*. I was waiting too. Okay, moving on.
Jesus: What is prayer? Let me ask the audience directly. Anybody care to give it a shot. You, you there on my right, you look like you have something to say. Go ahead and stand up and tell us your name, where you’re from, and what you think prayer is.
Guest: *stands up* Um, my name is, uh Carl, and I’m from Baltimore. I, uh, think that prayer is a conversation with God. Prayer is, um, when you pray? You’re looking for some, um, direction, um, some help with something?
Jesus: Sounds good to me. You’re right to a point, but there is something missing there. When you say conversation, you’re saying dialog, right? Has God ever talked back to you?
Carl: Yes, God reveals himself to me through my prayer.
Jesus: You sound pretty sure about yourself Carl. What does he say? Frankly, I can’t get two words out of the guy. He’s been pretty surly ever since the whole Inquisition thing. Okay, I’m gonna ask some more questions. How many? That depends on you guys.
Jesus: What is a church or congregation? When people speak of the body of the church, what are they talking about?
Jesus: *whispers* You! You are the body. The Bible mentions this body all the time. The body of Christ, the body of the church, two arms two legs comprising one body, etc. etc. etc. You’ve got that, right? Well, what do bodies do?
Jesus: *whispers* They take action. The body is the vehicle of action. Nothing happens if the body doesn’t get out of bed and heave its lazy-ass self down to breakfast and get out the door *kicks at the air*. Get moving body!
Jesus: So what do we have now? We have a body that is sitting around in silent meditation, praying for some sort of intervention but not doing anything. So again, what is prayer? WHAT IS PRAYER!
Jesus: *stops, sighs* Look, did you guys eat breakfast this morning? Me, I like to get some nice eggs and bacon…(don’t tell mom about the pork) really gets me going… Ya’ll need to wake up… but I digress.
Jesus: I’ll tell you what it is. It is a call to action. Prayer is a call to right wrongs, to make manifest dreams, to inspire, to act. When you pray, and you can pray for sure, you are concentrating on making manifest a dream. You are perhaps inspiring others to make it manifest. You are spreading an idea. You are inviting change. You are infecting others and yourself with your desire.
Jesus: And who answers these prayers? Anyone? Who is it that answers prayers. There is only one person that answers prayers. There is only one end to a prayer. WHO!?
Jesus: Wake up, People!
Jesus: You are the answer to the prayer. You are all the answer, my answer, each one individually. You answer the prayers, because you are my body. You are my arms. You are my legs. You are my sole force of action and goodness in this world. If you don’t do it, nobody will, if you don’t get out off your asses and make something happen, nothing happens. Nobody will grow those limbs, nobody will save that child, nobody will cry for justice. You say that God is an angry God, that God doesn’t care, that how could a person believe in a God that could allow such misery and suffering in this world, that the horrible arbitrary things that happen in this world are just that… horrible and arbitrary. What a cruel fate, to have been cast out into all this misery. Oh boo-hoo, get over the wailing and gnashing of teeth. It’s easy to criticize – hardest thing to do in the world is to create.
Jesus: *whispering* But, my brothers and sisters*, you have the power. You have the ability to ease suffering. You have the ability to right the injustices. You have it. You see, prayer isn’t an end in and of itself. Prayer is simply a beginning. Prayer is call to action. I’m praying for you all now. I’m praying that one of you will find a way to grow back an amputated limb.
Jesus: Oh will you look at that, my leg fell asleep. *stomps it on the floor* Oo, that smarts. Needles.