What Has Happened to US?
What has happened to us?
Was it lurking just under the surface
all those years I thought
we were making progress?
I shouldn’t have expected much because
I knew all about original sin.
It was in my Reformed blood
by osmosis and conditioning.
I have to re-member that in spite of the doctrine, it
was a couple of really good Sunday school
teachers who exposed me to the real Jesus.
Will he now stand up?
Those (the reality of things going south
inevitably and the good news that Jesus
is still speaking even though he hasn’t
stood up, yet) things
carried me through the seventies after the
dashed dreams of the sixties and Phil Ochs
hung himself on a tree and so many dropped
drugs down their throats.
I held up Jesus or shall I say I sat on Jesus’
lap through it all, but still, still, still, I really,
really wish upon a star that we could
have made a difference.
And now I’m in my late sixties and while
I am appalled at the discourtesy, incivility,
damnable, downright me, me, meanness of
it all I’m sitting here, gotten up out of Jesus
lap watching a slimmed down Andrew
Zimmern really impressed how the affable, once
pudgy Jewish guy from New York made it
through drugs, homelessness only to pull it
all together, become a class act chef, move
to the upper Midwest, and then lose that weight
on a show where he eats everything in sight.
(Obviously, he’s not kosher,
but he is a stand-up kind of Jewish guy.)
He’s not explaining, bragging, hyping,
documenting the accomplishment, at least not
on-line, because I looked last night.
So now he’s a slimmed down version of the kid
every Jewish mother could and would love and brag
about: “That’s my son Andy slurping the pig’s balls
someplace in America for this season.”
Every Jewish boy is the Messiah in his mother’s eyes.
And I guess that means the Mormons are right; Jesus
did make it to America. He had a hard time in New York
but he’s happy in the upper Midwest.