You Have to Wade Through a Lot of Trash to Get to God

You Have to Wade Through A Lot of Trash to Get to God I want to have a simple of faith,belief should be simple, I suspect.But the road to faith seemslike a swim through the garbage strewn riversof Mumbai. Jesus cared forthe widow and the thief,the tax collector and the prostitute;should I do any less? At 33 years oldthe priests, pastors, and policemennailed Him to a crossfor teaching a simple faith,that all must depend on God;and oh, what we do to Him now. I’m eating meat on Friday,for how will fish atone for my sins?I’d rather stop pretending. In the ground lie generationsfrom all over the world,in the ground lay the native Americanswho never heard of Jesus;did He not die for them, too? David Byrne once sang“let the mystery be…”Do this, and live a simple faith. But in church we swim through garbage,and at home we wade through trash;and in school we are madehopelessly complicated.And we accept this. There are times I thinkthat only Christians are going to hell,well, Christians and atheists, anyway. Perhaps, finally thenthe joke would be on us.