The Fallen woman, a poem
How to see people from a different perspective, the perspective that is Christ's
This is the first lens where I explore one of my poems. It's about how fallen women become fallen women and our attitude to them. I try to find out why I wrote it and how I wrote it. Was I writing it for myself, or for others? Did I want it to make a difference in someone's life? To get them thinking in a different way and throw away unkindness and judgment? Let my poems take you on a journey from blind prejudice to the mind of Christ.
The Fallen woman
A poem to make you think again
Brash trash standing shameless in the street,
Flaunting her looks while there is time.
Beckoning with scarlet crooked talon
To attract the sleazy men in their cars.
Is this how you see her, this woman
Who has spent all her life as men's sex object?
In her childhood her father abused her
Setting her on this road.
What chance has she ever had?
No wonder the harlots really loved Jesus.
He recognized their loyalty one to another,
Their generosity of spirit
He had no trouble forgiving them.
That problem was reserved for the pharisees
So which would you rather be, the pharisee so proud and haughty,
Or the harlot humble and repentant?
Two kinds of People
which one are you
I wrote this poem because I wanted to show how Jesus sees beyond what others see. He sees to the heart of people. He did not come to judge but to save. He is interested in our motives. Most prostitutes are just trying to keep a roof over their heads, and this is the only way they know to do it. Mostly they are exploited by a pimp. Often they have been introduced to drugs and then need the money to feed the habit. They are the exploited ones.
The pharisees were the highly respectable, religious people of Jesus's day. Jeus saw that they were more interested in their status in life than they were in teaching the people the truth about God. They were keen to make fiddly laws for the people to follow, and keen to show off their own position in life.
Things are just the same as ever
Times haven't changed. Still there are puffed up religious people full of their own "good living." They are full of what they have achieved. Everything is centred on them.
But Jesus said to the pharisees,"The prostitutes go into heaven before you." You can find it in Matthew 21:31. Jesus said that the prostitutes and tax collectors had believed John when he preached about the Kingdom of God, but the pharisees had not.
If you are highly respectable beware, your respectability might be getting in the way of finding salvation in Jesus. The prostitute has a poor self image and is so much more likely to find Jesus because she realizes her need.
The high class courtezan is a rare creature. Most prostitutes would give anything to get out of the game.We should be telling them of Christ's pure love for them.
My latest burst of inspiration
I have written a few poems now and again throughout my life but this latest spurt began early this year (2009). In my local preacher training course I had been studying ways of thinking about God. The assignment for the unit I was on was to write a meditation on God, and I thought the best way would be to write a poem.I wrote the following:-
The first of the burst
My first poem this year
God the Infinite dwells with me,
Vaster than the ocean,
Deeper than the sea.
God the almighty dwells with me
Stronger than the tempest
Fiercer than tsunami
God the all-seeing, has me in his care,
Watches all around me,
God the all-knowing one,
Knows each step I take,
Watches o'er my progress,
Sleeping or awake
Dancing light unseen, unseeable.
Moving like the wind from where to where.
God my Redeemer permeating everything,
In him we live and move and are.
Music of the spheres sing his praise,
Thunderclap, volcano spout, mighty sea roar
All dwarfed by His magnificence.
Far too wonderful to be trapped in a poem God my Creator
In the presence of purity
All my poems recently seem to drop into my lap from above and need very little revision. Long may this last and I pray they will be a blessing to others as they are to me. But to get back to my poem about the prostitute. I love those first two words "Brash, trash." You can hear the pharisee getting his tongue round those two words and thinking he has said it all about this woman.
You would have to "walk a mile in this woman's shoes" before you would truly understand her. She is what she is because of life's circumstances. None of us should judge another. The pharisee brings his own judgment upon himself.
Repentance comes easily to the prostitute. In the presence of Jesus she recognizes purity as she has never seen it before and she longs to be forgiven and turn her back on sin, her own sin and that of the men who use her.
How will you react?
The pharisee has his eye on his own "perfection" and is blinded to the true perfection which is Jesus. He slays the perfect one in order to preserve his own standing among his fellow proud pharisees. He cannot be forgiven until he breaks down and acknowledges that all his "righteousnesses are like filthy rags"(Isaiah 64 v. 6 .)
The pharisee would have been horrified that all his good deeds were like a filthy rag to God. Any contact with the object would have made him unclean and unable to visit the temple. To realize his goodness was so abhorrent in God' s eyes would take a huge turn around in his life, which is exactly what repentance is for all of us, a huge turn around.
I hope my poems will inspire others to make a huge turn around in their lives and in Jesus' strength live lives pleasing to God.
They can be helped
The blood of Jesus was spilt for such as these
The christian church should be reaching out to women like this with practical help such as education and anything to help them escape from this sordid life, which belittles their worth as people. And they do have a worth in God's eyes and should have in ours. Jesus died for these girls as much as he did for the rest and he went on record as saying that they were more likely to get into heaven than the religious aristocracy. I hope this poem will help you see things in Christ's way.