Any Less

it’s easy to love Jesus,

when you drive a brand new F-350 diesel,

while vacationing for the winter in Gulf Shores, Alabama

in your 100 thousand dollar RV,

taking charter bus trips to Biloxi,

for a night at the casinos;

easy, when you live in middle-class America,

surrounded by all your healthy, happy children,

and your plump, giggling grandchildren,

your body free from pain,

not twisted and grotesque from cancer,

because you have health insurance and can afford

the best medical treatment available,

with all the specialists and tests

money can buy;

yes, it is easy then;

not so easy,

when you go through life,

worrying about every minute,

worrying about feeding your children,

worrying about providing a shelter over their heads,

worrying about the lump growing on your child’s arm,

because you have no health insurance to get it tested,

praying for the strength to get through one more day,

as you go to your minimum wage job,

where America’s elite treat you like a hired servant,

because they have money and drive diesel powered F-350s,

with ‘I Love Jesus’ on the front license plate;

and you don’t;

some day we will all be the same,

standing before a holy and righteous God,

I wonder how they will answer then,

when they see themselves,

speaking with derision and disgust,

at the person taking their deli order,

because their cheese was sliced

a millimeter thicker than requested,

or because they had to wait

more than 5 minutes in line,

I wonder who will be blessed then,

I wonder if their diesel powered F-350s,

with the ‘I Love Jesus’ front license plates

will mean anything then;

then He speaks to me;

reminding me that He walked this

earth with nothing,

despite being the King to whom

everything belongs,

that He endured humiliation and torment,

without ever once complaining or hating,

that even though He was the greatest,

He became the servant of many,

laying down his life for all,

paying a cost only He could pay,

doing the will of the Father,

despite the suffering and pain,

giving us the example that should be followed,

proving that He loves us all,

unconditionally and without favor,

even those who drive brand new F-350s

with ‘I Love Jesus’ front license plates;

and He asks me,

“Is the servant greater than the master?”

making me quietly think to myself;

should I do any less?

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