A Poem by John L’Heureux:
The Trouble with Epiphanies
Christ came into my room and stood there
And I was bored to death.
I had work to do.
I wouldn’t have minded if he’d been crippled or something
-I do well with cripples-
but he just stood there, all face,
and with that damned guitar.
I didn’t ask him to sit down;
He’d have stayed all day.
Let’s be honest. You can be crucified just so often –
Then you’ve had it.
I mean you’re useless; no good to God,
Let alone to anybody else.
So I said to him after a while,
Well, what’s up? What do you want?
And he laughed, stupid,
Said he was just passing by
And thought he’d say hello.
Great, I said. Hello
So he left.
And I was so mad
I couldn’t even listen to the radio. I went
And got some coffee.
The trouble with Christ is
He always comes at the wrong time.
All guests who present themsleves are to be welcomed as Christ, for he himself will say: I was a stranger and you welcomed me (RB 53.1, quoting Matthew 25:35).