God didn’t send his only Son to bring the wonderful news of resurrection to open the gates for the devil to come haunting the living. That wouldn’t be fair. That wouldn’t be loving. That wouldn’t be like Him.

Some people were given the ability to see the ghosts. Others could hear them sing. Others could simply feel their presence, without being able to put a name, a face, or a voice to it. They felt therefore they knew. Someone else was around, they were convinced, even though ça sonne fou !

Seeing the ghosts and/or hearing them could make one create masterpieces and symphonies. Seeing the ghosts and/or hearing them could also drive insane. The souls seeking justice will not go quiet until they are heard, or they are seen. These souls became the haunting ghosts, until humanity came to understand the process of resurrection and why Jesus wept for Lazarus.

Maybe Jesus knew, since He could see, the flocks of desperate souls to come, who would haunt the living, until justice is done, and their soul is finally set free, so they can rest in peace.

That was a lot to see, and quite a reason to weep.

Maybe Jesus knew, since He could hear, the flocks of desperate souls to cry, who would haunt the living, until justice is done, and their soul is finally set free, so they can rest in peace.

That was a lot to hear, and quite a reason to weep.

Maybe Jesus knew, since He could feel, the flocks of desperate living souls, haunted by the dead seeking justice, unable to decipher the messages and exposed to the horrors of injustice, misunderstood and ostracized, solitude becoming the only place where they can rest in peace.

That was a lot to feel, and quite a reason to weep.

Some would see the ghosts in the image of their suffering: their bodies carrying the stigmas of the injustice. The ghosts would have to carry these signs so that their witnesses could be driven towards the resolution of their cases. One could assume that Jesus knew this would be quite a burden to carry, for those gifted with the ability to see the dead, resurrected.

That would be a lot to see, for any given soul, and quite a reason to weep, for the Son, the Almighty, and just about anybody.

Some would hear the ghosts in the sounds of their suffering: their voices carrying the pain of the injustice. The ghosts would have to cry their pain so that their witnesses could be driven towards the resolution of their cases. One could assume that Jesus knew this would be quite a burden to carry, for those gifted with the ability to hear the dead, resurrected.

That would be a lot to hear, for any given soul, and quite a reason to weep, for the Son, the Almighty, and just about anybody.

Some would feel the ghosts in the remanence of their suffering: no image, no voice, only convoluted signs of the injustice. The ghosts would have to catch attention (i.e. trigger a feeling) with their signs so that their witnesses could be driven towards the resolution of their cases. One could assume that Jesus knew this would be quite a burden to carry, for those gifted with the ability to perceive the signs of the dead, resurrected.

That would be a lot to feel, for any given soul, and quite a reason to weep, for the Son, the Almighty, and just about anybody.

Maybe Jesus wept because he saw where the opening of the gate would inevitably lead humanity. Some would stick to an understanding of resurrection like the one He and Lazarus would know, which involved their body, therefore sounded like resuscitation, which isn’t the same thing, instead of finding solace in remembering the second half of Genesis 6:2, quoting The Almighty:

“My Spirit shall not abide in man forever, for he is flesh: his days shall be 120 years.”

Bringing back Lazarus from the dead would make billions after Him hope for the resuscitation of their own body, the body of those they love, and His Holy body, forgetting what led to Genesis 6, i.e. “Increased Corruption on Earth”, which upset the Almighty so much He only spared one family, that of a man, Noah, who at the time of the Flood had already lived 500 years.

Bringing back Lazarus from the dead would make billions after Him unable to connect with the signs of the everlasting presence of their beloved who have died, seeking a quick fix and simple answers to the three questions only The Father can comprehend, not even the Son, certainly not mere human beings:

“Why were we born?”

“Why do we die?”

“What comes after death?”

Maybe Jesus wept because He saw the flock of people who would lack humility and abuse their ability to connect with the Holy Spirit, may it be artists who would favour fame and glory over remembering that only He creates, and that artists are simply vehicles for the Almighty to spread His love and beauty among His creations, which includes mere human beings, or engineers convinced they have conquered the universe when they are flung in space in a rocket, sing a catchy song from an artist, come close to dying repairing the rocket, and once back on earth have the audacity to claim only they did something hard and find a way to talk down on ground control, surfing on fame and glory, with a smile and a high five.

Maybe Jesus wept because He understood Mary and Martha’s pain for the loss of their brother: He felt it too. Maybe He wept foreseeing that for every brother brought back to life, even in memory, there would be tons of brothers and sisters desperately hoping to escape the void de l’oubli.

“Remember me!” would scream robot Bender in Futurama, and that would be funny.

“Remember me!” would scream His billions of followers, forgetting what love means.

That was a lot to foresee, and quite a reason to weep.

Maybe Jesus wept once Martha warned him of the smell. Foul odours didn’t upset Him, but as she mentioned it to keep Him and everyone around from that awkward moment when they would smell her dead brother, like Antigone caring to protect the dignity of her dead brother before her, Jesus saw the billions of humans to follow who would develop shame around the mechanics of their bodies, including the sight and smell of rotting flesh, to the point of hiding symptoms of illnesses, such as blood in feces, by fear of triggering disgust, unaware of the fact that some people are born with the capacity to sustain the smell and sight of the dying, the rotting, the farting, the drooling, the smelly, without wondering why, without throwing shade, simply caring, knowing, like Phoebe Buffay would sing:

“Smelly cat, smelly cat, what are they feeding you?

Smelly cat, smelly cat, it’s not your fault!”

Life is messy. It can get ugly. The body is smelly, yet just as life, the body is holly.

Maybe Jesus wept considering those in need to understand the line of respect between requirements of personal hygiene and the need to let someone care for the sick, the weak and the dying.

That could be why He washed these feet, His and theirs. If they smelled, He could reminisce about roses. That’ll do the trick. If it didn’t, He could also discreetly apply some essential oils near His nostrils while He teaches. He couldn’t reveal his tricks, when He would love to share.

He left the recipes to the Lord, and the discovery to his disciples.

That was a lot to be able to do without being able to say.

That could easily make a grown man cry, maybe even a 33-year-old Jesus Christ.

 

#5: All that he wants is some honest and safe loving.

All that he gets is rubbish advice and opportunities.

 

Men had lost their ability to talk with other men in a constructive manner and under safe circumstances. Women had lost the curiosity to talk with just about anybody about men and women in ways that didn’t seek to demonstrate the superiority of women over men and the supremacy of their group of women over all other women alive at the time of their conversations.

With friends and family (altogether “Community”), women gossiped about other women to strengthen their bonds and assert their position in the clan.

With their Community, women complained about the men in their lives finding all sorts of stories to showcase their uselessness and lack of curiosity (altogether, their lack of intelligence). The juicier stories always fell back on the lack of curiosity of a man for the woman with whom he was or wished to be bound in Holly Matrimony.

When a woman in the Community opened up about violence she had witnessed or suffered from the body, the eye, or the words of a man, women who heard her stories without having been subjected by a man to such degrading behaviour pictured the scene of all the men they knew or could encounter asserting dominance over just about anybody by using their physical force, their powerful tools, their influence and her money to exert violence and not be held accountable for their sin, i.e. finding all sorts of ways to get away with it.

With friends, family, and strangers, women complained about men and what women perceived as men’s relentless pursuit of sex and power, which came at whatever cost, hence leading men into the temptation of seeking fame, authority, and money, all three means bringing (either interchangeably, independently, or altogether, i.e. in “wicked trinity”) to men the opportunity for sex and power.

With friends, family, and strangers, men wished to feel loved and to learn how to be loved and love in return properly.

All that he wants is some honest and safe loving.

All that he gets is rubbish advice and opportunities.

 

#6: There’s never any wrong question, but if there’s only one

To ponder over, so as to wonder, then one question could be

Why?

If we dare ask “Why?” Knowing we can only leave the answer to the Lord

Then we can add a loving “Wouldn’t it”, or two, or three, or as many

As we can think of, after the “Why?”, as long as it complies

With the cardinal rule according to which

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Why didn’t Jesus write?

Why didn’t the Apostles write sooner?

Why did Jesus need two rides into the city?