Jesus was a bit of a lad, you know.
Liked the poor, loved kids, kicked the crap out of moneylenders,
told the truth, hobnobbed with prostitutes,
fed to five thousand people fishes and loaves
(ever thought that without the “a” loaves becomes “loves”?)
and never asked if anyone was on food stamps, slept rough,
had to access food banks, had ID, wore shoes, was mentally ill
or happened to be a different colour.
So bearing witness to His deeds
(which many seem to have forgotten, these days)
I want to sing a hymn of praise to
toilet cleaners/road sweepers/refuse collectors/
construction workers/wait staff/bus drivers/
railway workers/teachers/kindergarten staff
and anyone doing so-called lowly work
whom I may have forgotten.
I do so because these unsung heroes & heroines
serve our lives in small (but great) ways,
often overlooked in the worship of Mamon
for these days if you aren’t a Kardashion/Hilton/
or other parasitical celebrity or brash billionaire
your life is overlooked.
I quite think that Jesus would have taught
that the real wealth lies with those who toil unnoticed
but make our lives better.
I think he might not look too kindly on
those who sell their soul to the almighty dollar,
who take pride in denying right wages/right livelihoods/
right opportunities to good, hardworking people,
while lining their own pockets with bribes, corruption, corporate welfare
and who have forgotten (or ignored) true service:
to the soul, to Grace, to the sacred,
to the light of Divinity within humanity
(including the poor, downtrodden, homeless and starving)
to respect for the true spirit of a simple man, Jesus Christ.