Religious Studies

Mr. Professor,

You made religion look dirty

you gave the bible a new name

one similar to vomit and feces

you definitely didn’t make it easy

for me.

I dreaded everything

I made sure I was late everyday to compensate

for my lack of interest in readings

coupled with my mean mug plastered in the

front row of every class

Yeah. You made me hate religion

Question after question flooded my brain

a shock hit me and didn’t stop

til it tackled my heart

I was 20, a Christian and ashamed of it.

You were all surface

a short snippy guy

full of jokes

always had a comeback

and with a pen stroke

you made students second guess the simplest of beliefs.

You knew every scripture

backward and forward

front ways and side ways

down ways and up ways and any other way imaginable

and yet you still didn’t get it.

As a matter of fact, you wrote a book on it; defaming it

you made a mockery of it.

My religion and my God

you made me question the very essence of life.

I still can’t understand why you were so hostile



you haggled over every



and proclamation.

Those instructions were foreign to you

the love story buried in those pages was dead to you

and the truth?

Well, let’s just say

the Truth was too close for comfort

its beauty and complexity was fallacy

the renewal the rivers of rushing waters the right the reason

you knew nothing about.








So, now, I pray for you

not a pity prayer but a pleading

to the One who took a beating and

His heart bleeds for you still.

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