Learned Idiots
Are you one of them? Check!
Learned Idiots Why did Jesus say— “Come to me all you who are weary And I will give you rest Take my yoke upon you And learn from me For I am gentle and lowly of heart And you will find rest for your souls” The same Jesus who said this also said this: “It’s easy for a camel to go through the eye of a needle Than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven” If it was true that just by believing in Jesus That He was indeed the son of God Who brought Him down to this earth In order to shed His blood for us If it was indeed true as John said That just by believing that Jesus was the son of God One is guaranteed eternal life! Then why did Jesus Himself say— “It is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God”? Who should we believe in? The one who said that Jesus was the son of God? Or Jesus’s words that were marked by all the gospels as true and relevant? The one who said you dare not add anything more to the Bible than what was written in Revelation? Or the one who turned tables because His father’s temple was used wickedly for business? Should we believe in those that come in the name of Jesus? Saying—“this guy (who was proved to be a molestor) is Gods chosen” Or should we trust in the one who gave as His new commandment to His disciples saying— “Just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another”? Do you worship Jesus? Or do you worship the religion Which comes in the name of Jesus? How really do you celebrate Christmas? By doing what He asked you to do by loving me another? Or by keeping yourself close-fisted And tight-chested when you consider a person of a different color, gender, race or creed? Or is Christmas the time for returning payment for kindness rendered in the form of gifts, alone? Think about this! Peace ✌🏽
This piece feels like someone sitting with their own confusion, trying to separate the voice of love from the noise built around it.
It carries the ache of a person who wants faith to be honest, gentle, and lived not performed or inherited blindly.
The contrast between Jesus’s compassion and the contradictions of religious practice becomes a mirror for our own inconsistencies.
There’s a quiet courage in questioning the gap between what was taught and what was actually lived.
The poem exposes how easily institutions can twist a message meant to heal into something that harms.
Its questions don’t feel accusatory; they feel like someone longing for clarity, for integrity, for something real.
The reflections on Christmas cut straight to the heart, asking whether love is truly guiding our actions or just our rituals.
It gently challenges the reader to look at the difference between worshipping a figure and embodying their teachings.
The voice carries both frustration and tenderness, wanting faith to return to compassion rather than judgment.
In the end, the piece becomes a plea for a simpler truth that love, not doctrine, is the measure of what we believe.
ohhh this one came in swinging 😅
I love how it keeps poking the comfy corners people like to hide in~ like, okay you say you believe, but… *which parts* are you conveniently skipping?
the contrast questions are sharp but not preachy, more like someone tapping the table going “hey. look again.”
and that last stretch about Christmas?? yeah, that’s the real mirror. gifts vs actually loving people you’d rather avoid.
very much a “peace ✌🏽 but also I’m not letting you off the hook” kind of ending.