remove my nails, untie the ropes

You asked me

whether i believed

in Jesus Christ?

and i answered you:

I feel sometimes i am Jesus Christ!

I do not believe that God 

had one child he had singled out

He did not want Issac

to be sacrificed 

just as he did not want 

Jesus sacrificed .

(or so i would like to think anyhow) 

I believe that the creating force

 just wants us to live

and treat eachother ,

as all parents wish ,

in just and good ways

we need to reach out 

and take down 

all those that have been 

crucified 

In Dafur, in India 

in east and in west 

in lush green forests

and the desolate desert

we need to love and embrace

and about the man on the cross ?

what about the lessons he learned 

and about what he taught

to love , to love , to love?

The holy trinity 

is the love within you 

it is the love within

me.

A  note to Karen :

You tell me you want your son to me a missionary to your church ,

your husband who had left you had agreed to sponser his mission to talk to people about God.

I remember being about nine years old and opening the door to a missionary,a woman holding

bibles, my mother turned white, she said not to open the door, and not to touch what the woman

was handing out.

That was my first encounter with a missionary, in Israel where it is officially not allowed.

Years later, i chose to take a course in Christianity at the Hebrew University, it was taught 

by a Franciscian monk that had won the nobel price for peace a few years before.

I remember seeing him walking down town in Jerusalem, i did not know whether to greet him

or not, he saw me, he noticed me as i had asked questions in his lectures that were always packed with students,

he greeted me hello, and for me that was and always be the essence of Christianity, 

he was humble, he did not try to convince, he lived his way , was ready to explain why and how

but never to treat religion as a commodity, he lived his religion, he lived in peace and love and harmony.

I forgot his name, it was something French, however i will always remember the softness of his

eyes, the Dali Lama had it, the last pope the former Polish underground fighter had it,

my  (modern)Jewish  orthodox grandfather had it;

the ability not to judge, not to force your opinions on someone else, but to live your life in

peace and love, to walk your way and greet people that you happen to meet,

so don't talk to me about God, show me how you live your life, how you greet a stranger

on the street, and i will believe that you are walking the path towards him. (or her) 

Don't preach to me, don't try to make me believe, love me, show me the love within.