Sunday Morning Series- One: What I Learned in Sunday School
My doubt began in Eden when
He made the prettiest fruit taboo
and it being Knowledge, after all;
they blathered on about free will.
I learned He was a Schmuck when, on
the mountaintop, with Abraham,
I waited on His call: one Isaac, neat.
A simple test of faith, they said.
With Lot, His Schmuckdom was confirmed,
in salt. Gethsemane and Golgotha
cinched it for me: Schmuck and Sadist, too.
I left before we even got to Job.
Mysterious ways and wonders. Signs.
Some simple tests of faith. His grace.
The sacrificial lambs are bleating:
Love God. They've got to be kidding.
He made the prettiest fruit taboo
and it being Knowledge, after all;
they blathered on about free will.
I learned He was a Schmuck when, on
the mountaintop, with Abraham,
I waited on His call: one Isaac, neat.
A simple test of faith, they said.
With Lot, His Schmuckdom was confirmed,
in salt. Gethsemane and Golgotha
cinched it for me: Schmuck and Sadist, too.
I left before we even got to Job.
Mysterious ways and wonders. Signs.
Some simple tests of faith. His grace.
The sacrificial lambs are bleating:
Love God. They've got to be kidding.
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First in a projected Series of seven blasphemies
Other stories by Gary Hardaway
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Well articulated, God knows. *
Thank you for reading, J. Mykell, and for the wry remark.
JMC said it all. :)
With two devoutly religious concentration camp survivor parents. I knew all this before I took my first breath, but no one believed me.
Well-written.
"Mysterious ways and wonders. Signs.
Some simple tests of faith. His grace."
Thank you, Joani, Gloria, and Sam.
You must have attended the same Sunday School as me. What were they thinking?*
Indeed. Perhaps not thinking? Thanks, Gary.
"I left before we even got to Job." Well done.*
good stuff.*
Thank you, John and James (nice apostolic names, both!)
this is a fun piece.
"one Isaac, neat" is a fine line. and i like the line that sam points to above as well.
as a personal aside, the sense of being trapped within this space that makes no sense, that only disappoints..once i was there. now it no longer matters.
Thank you, Stephen.