When Jesus saw the crowds, he went up the mountain; and after he sat down, his disciples came to him. Then he began to speak, and taught them, saying: “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. “Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. “Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy. “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God. “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God. “Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. “Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
It takes a gifted mind to see differently from others.
Most of us simply see what we are taught to see.
We are told that a particular frequency of light is red and it is so.
We write between the lines, we colour within the lines and we think like a train on parallel tracks.
Yet every thousand years or so, someone comes along who sees differently. They question why red is red, why writing needs lines and generally they derail our thinking is disturbing ways.
Jesus was one of those people.
He noticed that the established order was not only questionable, it was perverse.
That is why he turned it on its head. He declared losers to be winners, the poor to be blessed and God to be concerned with those who are least deserving of attention.
For the most part we cannot deal with thinkers like Jesus, for who would we be without or wall, our lines and our clickety clack tracks?
First we tried to silence him, then we ignored him, but in the end we had to kill him. It was the final solution.
With him gone, privilege, power, prestige, precedent, and protocol were back on track.
The lines were drawn and we were back on track. Clickety Clack, Clickety Clack.
I wonder when next he will tear up the tracks?