When I was writing stories on a more regular basis I had the idea that I wanted a story that I could memorize and bring out around campfires and such. (No clue why I had that idea, I don’t frequent many campfires) So I set about writing a story that would rhyme sort of like a campfire story. In the end it came out much more Dr. Suess than campfire, but I still think the result adds life to an old concept.
Synopsis:
If you have been anywhere around churches you have probably heard a pastor ask, “If you were on trial for being a Christians, would there be enough evidence to convict you?” This story takes that idea and makes it into a Dr. Suess style story/poem.
Spiritual idea:
You are saved by grace. But a Christian should never live like everyone around them; a Christian should live demonstrably different. If your life isn’t different than the people around you in ways other than just church attendance it is time to reevaluate the way that you are living.
The Story:
Open your mind and let’s make believe
That it’s some time in the future say two-O-fifty three
And this country has changed as they tend to do
and being Christian’s illegal
“No Way!”
Yes it’s true
The law passed one year with overwhelming approval
And all churches were scheduled for immediate removal
Now Christians are criminals in the eyes of the state
And murder and worship now draw the same fate
But don’t worry the Christians haven’t all gone away
They meet now in secret to this very day.
One group that met in a house in Glendale
Had a member that went by the name of Jack Pale
Now Jack was always there when they met together
He would never miss no matter the weather
One night when his church was quietly praying
From outside they heard a megaphone saying
“FBI! Come on Out! You’re being arrested”
Some went out quiet while others protested
But both groups soon ended up in the jail
And Jack’s wife was called to help him post bail
“A Christian!” she cried to the voice on the line
“There’s no way a Christian is a husband of mine”
“But, M’am, he’s confessed he claims that it’s real”
She said, “There’s no way and here is the deal
I don’t care what he says we’re going to court
And when I get there I’ll give a report
Of the life that he lives away from that place
How he lies and he cheats with a smile on his face.”
So she got her a lawyer and they set a court date
And gathered the evidence but Jack was irate
“I’m a Christian,” he tried to explain to his wife.
“No your not,” she replied, “I have looked at your life
I have gathered your friends who will tell what you do
And the judge will see that a Christian’s not you.”
So the strangest of trials that our town ever had
Was of a man who screamed “GUILTY!” with all that he had
“I’m guilty,” he said, “and this isn’t funny
I go every week I even give money
I sing all the songs. I stand and I kneel
Now they try to tell me that this isn’t real
Just see what I do at that house in Glendale
Now I rest my case for that’s my whole tale”
“Exactly!” screamed the lawyer sitting by Jack Pale’s wife,
“But you’ve only talked about a part of your life
What happens when you’re not with the other church guys?
Do you act like a Christian or do you tell lies
Do you treat other people with fairness and grace
Or do you treat them unkindly and then lie to their face?”
What happened next was a line for four days
Of people Jack’d wronged in various ways
“He cheats!” said his friend. “It’s true!” said another,
“Why I even saw him pull a scam on his mother.”
“His mother!” cried the lawyer “you must be mistaken”
But the friend had the proof of all the money he’d taken
Some others explained how course jokes were the norm
And one guy gave testimony of his room full of porn
The parade was relentless, ruthless, and complete
It even included an ignored bum from the street
Ms. Pale’s lawyer rested after showing his proof
Jack was dejected his wife seemed aloof.
Mr. Pale said the Judge I know this is odd
And your place as a Christian is between you and your God
But here in my court we judge people by facts
And is seems you don’t act like a real Christian acts
You claim you’re a Christian but you come in this court
With nothing to sustain it and no evidence in support
You say you’re a Christian and that may be true
But what shows you’re a Christian are the things that you do
THE END