For The Love of Christ

By Jack Joseph Smith

In the movie, "Priest" I will paraphrase a segiment of the diologue; "so what jesus, give your life, and while Living it perform miracles, I do not know there is a God, easy for you; for your courage, your pain. You knew where you were going, I do not. Different; is it not. Change? See me. Alone. You change. No. You have a place, You already knew that how ever bad things were here, they would turn up good for you someplace else, Better yet, within your same frame of mind. No reincarnation, same conscienceness. So what makes you so powerful, when suffering for truth has a knowable outcome, that in fact: is even better than this Green Green Grass of Home Now its Jack talking, "and that makes you a snob, dosen't it?" Thank you English:

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A prose-like meditation that argues with Christian suffering by attacking the privilege of certainty and guaranteed redemption.

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A prose argument that picks a fight with Christ by paraphrasing dialogue from the film 'Priest': giving your life is easy when 'You knew where you were going,' when suffering 'has a knowable outcome' and 'No reincarnation, / same conscienceness' guarantees you wake on the far side intact. The speaker, stepping forward as himself - 'Now its Jack talking' - calls that certainty 'snob[bery],' and signs off with a wry 'Thank you English:'.

The piece refuses lyric entirely and argues like a man leaning across a bar table. Its core complaint is about asymmetry of knowledge: Christ's courage is discounted because he 'already knew' that 'how ever bad things / were here, they would turn up good for you someplace else,' an afterlife 'even better than this Green Green Grass of Home.' That Tom Jones song-title, a place name for a longed-for home, sharpens the jab - heaven as a sentimental homecoming Christ was always assured of. The real human courage, by implication, belongs to those like 'Jack' who suffer without the receipt. The closing 'Thank you English:' is deliberately flip, thanking the language for letting him win the argument, the colon left dangling as if the verdict is too obvious to bother stating.