Some of you know that I have been doing a series of Twitter/Facebook/Wordpress updates that begin with the statement Jesus Loves You! and then then ends with an additional statement adding some texture, light or confusion to the original statement. If you are a Facebook friend, you can see the many comments that get generated by these statements. In about two weeks I will post them all here as a single blog entry.
Many of the statements have double or even triple meanings, some quite obscure, others painfully obvious. They serve as commentaries about church, Christian history, pop culture and personal reflection. Everyone has their favorite. A friend told me last night that his personal favorite so far is: Jesus Loves You! Take Note exchange of body fluids may apply. Another popular one is Jesus Loves you! But he adores Madonna.
One of the recent ones that I put up that got lots of attention is
Jesus Loves You! Now in new rainbow flavors!
As I prepare for my last day in Stockholm, (which will include worship at the Quaker Meeting House and lunch with a bunch of young trans/queer activists) I am thinking about my latest installment of Jesus Loves You! I think I know which one I will choose today from the many I have compiled in my notebook. (oh, the many I will never post!)
As I have been privileged to be in many lovely homes, well cared for, well fed, I suddenly remember my trip to Malta last year and my dear brother Mario (aka Vashti) and his work among asylum seekers who brave the waters to leave various countries in Africa to in hopes of refuge in Europe (one in five survive the journey). Many of these end up in detention centers and halfway houses waiting waiting waiting.
Mario took me to one of these halfway houses where we had lunch and met with some of the men there (they often are segregated by sex). Mario explained that there is so much need, and how there are people in Malta who visit these asylum seekers and walk among them to communicate that in spite of all of the political and social opposition leveled against these Africans seeking home and refuge, there are people who know that they are there. People care and are trying to do something to help. You are not alone. You are not forgotten.
Which reminds me,
Jesus Loves You! I hear he is sick and in prison.