Sunday, March 30, 2008

Show Me Jesus

I'm not sure if its the way I was raised, or the time my family spent as Jehovah's Witness, but I've never felt a particular kinship to Jesus. Even though I'm pretty sure that Ammachi is here for much the same reason, and I worry that some day something horrible will happen to her to help save the world, I still can't find a connection with the man.
Cartoon Dolly
Then I heard this song. It took the Dolly Momma to sing it for me to really hear it. It makes my heart ache, and makes me wonder if once I didn't have a strong connection to the christian movement ... or perhaps to Christos, either the man or the mythos. Maybe it's just that yearning for God is yearning for God, no matter what form your God(dess) is in.

I needed my celebrity guardian angel to show me Jesus.

He's Alive
(Words and music by Don Francisco)

The gates and doors were barred
And all the windows fastened down
I spent the night in sleeplessness
And rose at every sound
Half in hopeless sorrow
And half in fear the day
Would find the soldiers breaking through
To drag us all away

And just before the sunrise
I heard something at the wall
The gate began to rattle
And a voice began to call
So I hurried to the window
Looked down into the street
Expecting swords and torches
And the sound of soldiers' feet

But there was no one there but Mary
So I went down to let her in
John stood there beside me
As she told me where she'd been

She said, "They've moved Him in the night
And none of us know where!
The stone's been rolled away
And now His body isn't there!"

We both ran towards the garden
Then John ran on ahead
We found the stone and empty tomb
Just the way that Mary said
But the winding sheet they wrapped Him in
Was just an empty shell
And how or where they'd taken Him
Was more than I could tell

Oh, something strange had happened there
Just what I did not know
John believed a miracle
But I just turned to go
Circumstance and speculation
Couldn't lift me very high
'Cause I'd seen them crucify Him
Then I saw Him die

Back inside the house again
The guilt and anguish came
Everything I'd promised Him
Just added to my shame
When at last it came to choices
I denied I knew His name
And even if He was alive
It wouldn't be the same

But suddenly the air was filled
With a strange and sweet perfume
Light that came from everywhere
Drove shadows from the room
And Jesus stood before me
With His arms held open wide
And I fell down on my knees
And I just clung to Him and cried

Then He raised me to my feet And as I looked into His eyes
The love was shining out from Him
Like sunlight from the skies
Guilt and my confusion
Disappeared in sweet release
And every fear I ever had
Just melted into peace

He's alive! Yes, He's alive!
Yes, He's alive and I'm forgiven
Heaven's gates are open wide
He's alive! Yes, He's alive!
Oh, He's alive and I'm forgiven
Heaven's gates are open wide
He's alive! He's alive!
Hallelujah, He's alive!
He's alive and I'm forgiven
Heaven's gates are open wide
He's alive! He's alive!
He's alive!
I believe it, He's alive!
Sweet Jesus!

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