"Jesus was a faggot

Mary Magdelane was his whore

God's a **it sucking fraud

The Bible's a load of steaming crap. . ."

My knuckles were growing white

Clutching the sides of my chair as the tirade went on

I couldn't take it anymore

The legs of my chair banged against the floor

The speaker looked up at me

Startled at first but then pleased when he saw my angry face

"I hope you burn in Hell," I spat

The door slammed behind me

Righteous rage burned in my chest

And my mind whirled in angry circles

My Savior insulted

My God Profaned

My beliefs, held dear and sacred, sprayed with filth

Tears glittered angrily in my eyes

"Go to Hell"

Vehemently whispered

"Go to Hell"

I stopped for a moment

And imagined with relish

His Judgement

The Father stood beside me

Blinding in his majesty

And below us

The blasphemer

"Judge"

I was told

"Eternity is in your hands

Eternal torment which is My absence

Everlasting joy which is but another name for Myself"

I looked down at the miserable creature before us

Remembering the words he had spoken so shortly before

Words of filth for God

Holy and Pure

Anger rose freshly hot within him

I felt my face flush in the heat of rage

I pointed down at the scum

Ready to condem him to all eternity in torment

But I felt eyes on me

I hesitated

Turning slowly

I found myself looking into the eyes of Jesus

My Christ

My Lord

My Savior

And I raged anew that anyone had dared to insult him

Then I stopped

For He was weeping

Tears were streaming down the face of God

And he was trembling

I was taken aback

Had the insults cut as deeply as that?

The filthy scum!

How dare they hurt Him so. . .

"Would you?" Christ asked softly

I wasn't sure what He meant

Surely He knew that I would never. . .

Of course I would never hurt Him so

"Would you condemn one of My children to eternal torment?"

I stared at Christ

"Why would you wish to hurt Me so?"

"Lord!" I cried

"Lord I would never hurt you!

I have no desire to hurt you

He has blasphemed you!"

The Son watched me sadly

"Surely you must know. . ."

His voice was soft

"Do you know not how much it hurts?

To know that one I love so dearly

Is in torment forever

That there is nothing and never I can do for him?"

The voice of God broke

I stared

My Lord and my Life turned away

And Jesus wept

I came back to myself

Horror-stuck

Not because of words spoken by another

But because of my own words

The guy looked surprised as I walked up to him

I humbly begged his forgiveness

He smirked

I took a deep breath

"I hope to see you in Heaven"

I knew he stared after me as I left

A smile was on my face as I walked out into the sun

And I hoped

That on that day

There would be a smile on the face of Christ

*Author's Note*

Of course the poem doesn't have any form, doesn't rhyme, and I couldn't think of a better thing to call the "blasphemer".

::sigh::

sic est vita. . . such is life. . . such is life. . .

Why did I write this? For the simple reason that I am quite sure that it makes God unhappy when anyone even suggests that somebody is going to Hell, I don't like it when people use the phrase "go to hell". Not just Christians, of course, getting mad at people who are saying bad things about God, I wince when I hear it from people everyday in ordinary situations. A pet peeve perhaps, people just snap it out without thinking but we Christians REALLY OUGHT TO KNOW BETTER