Christians
A Christian? Just what is a Christian? Could you give me some idea?
Say, if I were to look around me, would I know if one was there?
Do these Christians look just like us? Are they into the things we do?
Do they act and think like us? Are there many, or simply a few?
They’re just human too, you say? Then I guess that they are just like us,
Probably have our weaknesses, possibly curse and swear and cuss.
And I guess that they lose their tempers, perhaps even yell and scream,
Or fight each other physically, and make gestures quite obscene.
I guess they indulge their appetite eating anything they choose,
And also take harmful substances like intoxicating booze.
I guess that they have their idols, and are avid movie goers,
Watching sex and violence that just encourages and lowers.
And surely it must also be that our fantasy and fiction
Has a strong hold on them as well, as we just love its addiction.
And surely they must also be immoral in many actions,
As one thing that we’re well known for is our sexual infractions.
Presumably their fun and humour is as broad-based as our own,
And their viewing just as decadent as what we watch in our home.
I’m sure that what they listen to must have similar wrongful sounds,
And that their entertainment — just like our own — with much sin abounds.
I guess that they’re into vanity, love possessions and display,
And aren’t so keen on black and white — quite comfortable with grey.
And the secular and Holy I’d expect they’ve mixed together,
And no doubt they procrastinate, and their own interests feather.
Presumably they have some hang-ups that also afflict them too,
Like pride, lust, greed and envy, that they’ve no doubt often cause to rue.
And they probably like their comforts, and prefer a low profile,
Are rather shy of principle, and maybe not too short on guile.
Yes, to put things rather bluntly, they would hardly be squeaky clean,
For when it comes down to honesty, it depends upon the scene.
Our divorce rate’s ever climbing, so I’d guess that theirs is as well,
And I presume their self-interest has a similar pedestal.
In fact, if they’re so similar, do you think that they might join us?
For if they happily compromise, no one here will raise a fuss.
What’s that? You say that they worship? Really! For we’re doing that too,
Thus, I wouldn’t think that a problem, if they too, mix false with true.
You say that they have a rule book? Well, that’s hardly any concern,
For when it comes to our ways, I’m very sure that they’d quickly learn.
Sorry, what’s that? You say that they bend their rule book? Well there you go,
Such clearly shows that these Christians would fit in nicely with the flow.
Yes, I find it very comforting that these Christians seem like me,
For they would blend in very nicely within our community.
You see, if they were quite unlike us, we might really sense a threat,
But if I have got the picture right, such a fear would not be met.
What’s that? Some are different? But just a minority, you say?
Just a certain type of Christian that only their God will obey?
Well, I guess that just goes to show that there are some who won’t conform,
But let me tell you this though: I’m very glad that such aren't the norm!
By Lance Landall
How Would I Know?
How would I know a Christian if they dress up just the same,
Drawing one’s eyes to their body, (which has always been our aim)?
If they too, expose what excites passers-by physically,
Via the sexual, or in other words, semi-nudity?
If what’s sheer, tight, low or high is dripping with jewellery,
If they’re covered in makeup, sporting tattoos, pierced bodily?
If their attire shouts extravagance, glitz, emulation,
In other words, displays a worldly infatuation?
How would I know a Christian if their worship’s much the same,
A Christian version, so to speak, one being done in God’s name?
If it mirrors our entertainment, our glamour, our noise,
If it’s focused on people too, and same gimmickry employs?
If their worships not distinct, and nor where they worship too,
If warehouses and halls — rather than churches — they pursue?
Yes, if where they worship looks similar to places we go,
And where same clothing, a less serious intention will show?
How would I know a Christian if they’re Hollywood stars too,
Acting in movies where heavenly things folk don’t pursue?
Nor them, acting some villain’s part — yes, copying same sins,
And then crediting God for those Oscars one duly wins?
Or if they’re pulling crowds in Las Vegas, or some other place,
Where the heavenly doesn’t fit, doesn’t sell, couldn’t grace?
Where the music and entertainment are worldly to the core,
And where pride via self glorification struts the stage floor?
Yes, how would I know a Christian, going by these things I see,
For there’s hardly any difference — in fact, is there any?
They seem to want what we want, they seem to do what we do,
Which I must say, seems quite ironic, and somewhat askew.
By Lance Landall
