Here’s a thought provoking poem by Steve Turner found here:

How to hide Jesus

There are people after Jesus.

They have seen the signs.

Quick, let’s hid Him.

Let’s think, carpenter,

Fisherman’s friend,

Disturber of religious comfort.

Let’s award Him a degree in theology,

A purple cassock

And a position of respect.

There’ll never think of looking here.

Let’s think

His dialect may betray Him.

His tongue is of the masses.

Let’s teach Him Latin

And seventeenth century English.

There’ll never think of listening in.

Let’s think


Man of Sorrows,

Nowhere to lay His head.

We’ll build a house for Him,

Somewhere away from the poor.

We’ll fill it with brass and silence.

It’s sure to throw them off.

There are people after Jesus.

Quick, let’s hide Him.