I believe in God and I believe in His divine supremacy. I say my prayers for myself, family and friends. If I want to hear preaching I will turn on my radio, TV or go to church. So why are people compelled to preach on the city bus.
I went out today. I got on the bus just past the morning rush hour. This gentleman, on the bus asked for everyone’s attention. Everyone turned to look at him. He began to pray for us all. Praying for us all to have a safe journey to and back from our destination. That’s nice, Amen. Why didn’t he leave it at that? No, that wasn’t enough for him. He went on to show how verse he was with the scriptures and began quoting Matthew’s, John, Genesis and Revelations. He said that the world is in mass destruction and that we are all worshiping different God’s. This was news to me, but I didn’t get into a discussion with this man instead I will voice my opinions here.
We may all study different religions or ways of life. Some of us may not even believe in a higher power or deity. Before I go further, please understand I don’t believe in religion. People get this little fact about me twisted. I like a good sermon like anyone else. But I don’t prescribe to the hypocrisy that church members display. Talking in tongues and quoting the bible, chapters and verses. They show concern for the church members. Then turn around and talk trash about sister this and brother that. So I leave religion to those who need to fellowship with their neighbors.
For me, I am my church. My ways and actions speak for my beliefs. My God is your God, I call him Allah, Jah, Jehovah, Buddha, Elohim and I am. Or any of the other many names we have for the Creator of all life. To me these are the names He gave to His believers so that they will have something real to hold onto. God is omnipotence, the One, Only, and Greatest, the Giver and Taker of life.
Back to the man preaching on the bus, he like many others wants to share the glory he has found. This is his duty as a Christian, yes. Ever heard the saying, you can lead the horse to water, but you can’t make him drink. Here in New York, there are no shortages of churches. In the Ghetto’s were I’ve spent most of my life, you can find a church on just about every corner. Right next to a liquor store, check cashing place and Chinese food take out. I don’t want to judge this man because the bible says not to but after he prayed for us to have a safe journey, he could of offered us the name of his church and invite us if we so choose to hear more preaching this morning. He could stand outside his church and call people in. He could stand on any corner and preached. People could stop and listen. if they want to or walk on. On the bus we were held hostage to his sermon, whether we believed it or not.
Anyone who traveled on the bus and trains in New York knows you are in for a ride. The traveling can be smooth and easy. Other days you never know. I traveled on New York mass transit all my life. I traveled back and forth, first to school and then to work. I’ve been on the trains late at night and early morning coming home from hanging out. I’ve seen people panhandle for food, diapers, for rent money and carfare. Everyone has some kind of gimmick. I remember this couple walking through the trains asking for money to help bury their child. It must have been devastating because two weeks later they were back begging to bury another child, or I wonder if it was the same child. I use to get entertained in the subways. I’ve seen magic shows where doves flew from one end of the train to the other. I’ve seen acrobats fly down the aisle. I’ve heard some really talented singers down there, doing five part harmony and all. Least I forget the folks that sell everything candy, peanuts, toys, electronics (that probably have rocks inside instead of electronics)and of course clothes, whatever you need or want.
I’ve been disabled for three and a half years, so you can say retired. I take a disability bus when I need to travel or a taxi cab. If I take the city bus it’s just to go a couple of miles away to the store or like this morning to the Post Office. I think I earned the right to have a quiet, relaxing ride. I left late so I wouldn’t run into the kids who, cuss, fight and disrespect the adults. So why must I go to church on my way to the Post office?
God have mercy and Bless us all.