FORGIVE ME, PLEASE, MY SWEET JESUS

MY FIRST TIME THERE.
NO WHEELCHAIR TODAY,
THANK YOU MY SWEET JESUS.
BUT WAS IT JUST ME,
OR DID YOU SEE THE WAY I WAS TREATED?
AND, YES, I WAS USING MY CRUTCHES,
AS I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO DO LATELY,
AND AS LONG AS I WEAR THAT VERY LARGE BRACE
THAT HIDES MY CUTE RIDING BOOTS.
BUT HOBBLING UP ON MY CRUTCHES
TO THE THREE
UNFAMILIAR USHERS,
MY SUPPOSED BROTHERS,
LOOKING FOR SOME KIND OF SYMPATHY,
ASKING IF I COULD SIT UP FRONT PLEASE
AS I WAS UNABLE TO STAND ON MY OWN
AND WANTED TO BE ABLE TO SEE THE WORDS
SO I COULD SING ALONG
AND PRAISE MY KING,
WHICH IS, BTW, MY FAVORITE THING.
BUT THEIR RESPONSE TO A SISTER
VERY OBVIOUSLY IN NEED
AFTER I HAD ALREADY
MADE THE UNCOMFORTABLE EFFORT
TO DARE SIT IN THE FRONT PEW?
WELL, THEY LITERALLY KICKED ME OUT OF THERE.
THE PEW, NOT THE CHURCH I MEAN,
AND TOLD ME THOSE WERE RESERVED.
WELL, AFTER I WAS RELEGATED
TO THE LEPER COLONY,
I NOTICED THAT ONE OF THE THREE AMIGOS
HAD PLACED A FEW BIBLES WHERE
I DARED TO SIT.  IN A CHURCH.
I MEAN, WHAT???
AND I HAVE A WITNESS BECAUSE 
A SWEET SISTER IN JESUS WHO WAS ALSO DISABLED
HAD SEEN THIS ABHORENT SELFISH ACT TOO.
OKAY, WAS THAT TOO JUDGMENTAL?
AND DID I FORGET TO MENTION
WHEN I FIRST HOBBLED OVER
TO SWEETLY INTRODUCE MYSELF TO
THE THREE MUSKETEERS THAT FIRST TIME
I WAS AT MY HOME CHURCH ON A WEDS. NIGHT,
EXCITED FOR THE UPCOMING BIBLE STUDY,
WANTING, NAY DESPERATELY NEEDING
TO LEARN MORE ABOUT MY SWEET JESUS
AND HIS WORD,
ONE OF THE OBVIOUSLY UNAPPROACHABLE
THREE MUSKEETEERS
LOOKED ME UP AND DOWN,
AND WHEN I SAID I WAS ON CRUTCHES
(WAS HE BLIND?)
AND COULDN'T STAND WITHOUT HELP
BECAUSE I WAS GETTING THE VIBE
THAT MY CRUTCHES AND ME AND MY DISABILITY
WERE INVISIBLE TO ALL THREE.
REALLY???
ONE OF THESE THREE AMIGOS VERY HURTFULLY
AND RIDICULUSLY HAD THE AUDACITY TO SAY
(AND I QUOTE HERE)
"O, WE'VE ALL BEEN THERE."
REALLY, I THOUGHT TO MYSELF MUCH LATER,
YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE BEEN
DISABLED SINCE THE VERY BEGINNING
OF TWENTY TEN?
OF COURSE, I COULDN'T FIND THE WORDS THEN.


HELP ME TO FORGIVE ALL OF THEM,
MY SWEET JESUS,
AND I QUOTE MYSELF HERE,
"UNFORGIVNESS WEIGHS."
THE USHERS AND THEIR FRIENDS AND THEIR FAMILY
WHO WERE APPARENTLY UPSET THAT I HAD THE
BRAVERY
TO SIT WHERE THEY HAVE ALL BEEN
SITTING ALL TOGETHER FOREVER IT SEEMED TO ME
WERE AFFRONTED.
I'M SORRY, BUT I DIDN'T SEE
YOUR NAMES ETCHED ON THE PEW.


TO THOSE OF YOU OUT THERE WHO ATTEND CHURCH
ON A REGULAR BASIS,
PLEASE DON'T DO THIS.
I MEAN, IT'S HARD ENOUGH NOT BEING ABLE
TO WALK THE FEW SHORT FEET FROM MY BED
WHERE I NEED TO REST EVERY DAY
TO MY THE KITCHEN SO I CAN GET SOMETHING
TO EAT
WITHOUT MY BACK COLLAPSING.
HAVE A LITTLE SYMPATHY.
BUT NO PITY, PLEASE,
BECAUSE I AM THE WAY
MY SWEET JESUS MADE ME
A REASON,
A SEASON,
THE THORN IN MY SIDE,
TEMPORARY.
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.
NOTHING WHEN YOU TRY TO INVISION
SPENDING ETERNITY PRAISING GOD
AND SITTING AT THE BEAUTIFUL FEET
OF MY SWEET JESUS.




PSALM 59:16--BUT I WILL SING OF YOUR STRENGTH, IN THE MORNING I WILL SING OF YOUR LOVE; FOR YOU ARE MY FORTRESS, MY REFUGE IN TIMES OF TROUBLE.