CHRIST COMES TO CALIFORNIA
By David J. Randolph ©2011
Christ is coming tomorrow, according to a neighbor in Oakland.
So I went over to check it out.
He was already there.
He stretched out his hungry hand to me On San Pablo Avenue.
She said she was thirsty and asked me to buy her a drink.
He spoke to me in a strange language I couldn’t understand at the airport.
She was rummaging through the clothes bin at Goodwill.
He was in the back seat of the police car going to jail.
I said, this can’t be you. Like this is gold, Jesus .
Where’s the televison crew?
He said, “Do you think that any of these people are going to appear
On the news or talk shows? Let alone American Idol?
But whenever you feed someone who’s hungry and provide water for the thirsty,
Or welcome a stranger, or help clothe the naked or visit a prisoner,
And support others who do,
I am there.”
So maybe my neighbor is right about the day and wrong about the end.
Like every day Christ comes
and the end is not about blowing up but growing up
and caring for one another.
I reached out my hand
And felt the rapture.