Follow Me ( Mark 2:1-17)
Follow me.
The words catch the Pharisees and scribes, gathered to judge, by surprise.
There are those who have spoken in hushed corners about this man.
The leaders of the faith considered him no different than the others,
until those praising his work stepped out into the light.
Follow me.
He had spoken these words to fishermen, tradesmen of a simple nature.
The uneducated are moved by emotion and not knowledge.
They are taught to rebel against their lot in life.
They are immersed in the mire of existence and see not its wealth.
Follow me.
For what purpose does one stand up in his dusty sandals and walk in the steps of a wanderer,
one who sleeps on stones.
Do they have any idea where he will lead them?
Will he take them to a life better than the one they have today?
Follow me.
Sinners, cast out by the law, who have never before glanced an eye toward God,
without quickly looking away.
They know they are unworthy.
They make a slander of the righteous by their lifestyle.
Yet he stops in his tracks and selects one who has chosen to be cast out.
Follow me.
And we do.
Puppets of the Romans gather, sing, dance and drink wine.
They are not those who are welcomed into the house of God.
They are the shadows.
They are the essence of everything uh-holy.
Follow me.
Why are outcasts welcomed at his table?
The unworthy should never be glorified as such.
He can cure the sick, but he can never forgive their sin.
He can speak scripture, but he can never fulfill it.
Follow me.
He says, looking up toward one who will chose never to walk behind him.
The sick need a doctor, not the healthy.
The lost need a shepherd, not the found.
And those who consider themselves righteous,
neither sick nor lost,
will cast their eyes to the ground
and continue their wanderings,
when he says, "Follow me".
copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr
The words catch the Pharisees and scribes, gathered to judge, by surprise.
There are those who have spoken in hushed corners about this man.
The leaders of the faith considered him no different than the others,
until those praising his work stepped out into the light.
Follow me.
He had spoken these words to fishermen, tradesmen of a simple nature.
The uneducated are moved by emotion and not knowledge.
They are taught to rebel against their lot in life.
They are immersed in the mire of existence and see not its wealth.
Follow me.
For what purpose does one stand up in his dusty sandals and walk in the steps of a wanderer,
one who sleeps on stones.
Do they have any idea where he will lead them?
Will he take them to a life better than the one they have today?
Follow me.
Sinners, cast out by the law, who have never before glanced an eye toward God,
without quickly looking away.
They know they are unworthy.
They make a slander of the righteous by their lifestyle.
Yet he stops in his tracks and selects one who has chosen to be cast out.
Follow me.
And we do.
Puppets of the Romans gather, sing, dance and drink wine.
They are not those who are welcomed into the house of God.
They are the shadows.
They are the essence of everything uh-holy.
Follow me.
Why are outcasts welcomed at his table?
The unworthy should never be glorified as such.
He can cure the sick, but he can never forgive their sin.
He can speak scripture, but he can never fulfill it.
Follow me.
He says, looking up toward one who will chose never to walk behind him.
The sick need a doctor, not the healthy.
The lost need a shepherd, not the found.
And those who consider themselves righteous,
neither sick nor lost,
will cast their eyes to the ground
and continue their wanderings,
when he says, "Follow me".
copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr
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