How We Play Jesus Through Play-Doh

It starts with how creation happened: the origin of mankind that others like to be told in such a manner it is soft.

 

Let this be put in a contemporary costume: Play-Doh. A perfect, direct comparison.

It is a well-known clay first manufactured in Cincinnati as something contrary to its current use.

 

This kind of toy has encountered wars, countless famines, economic relapse, false gods. Also, it has seen a conveyor belt of world fads that have emerged throughout the years.

 

In literary terms, this can be supplemented by such devices: figures of speech.

 

“Our experiences are like clay; we can be molded by it, we can be parted by it, we can be created from our plain form to complexity.”

 

… among others. Supported by whatever positive remarks. Such statements will be backed by how clay really is malleable; easily molded by hands. That we can be nitpicky towards the color, and we even smell it, and find some addictive in its odor. We would say we are clay in our ways. “We should live in the likeness of God.” Where does that verse belong? What page?

 

Generation X, Y, Z, et cetera. How the tables have turned that we shape our own salvation as clay. We are but mud from our very own ground. “Humility,” as they weaponize, has its etymology “humus” that pertains to the ground. Ground is to mud. HUMBLE, six letters, as MOTHER, as in birth mother of sins: PRIDE.

 

As we disclose the other pages of this story,

we would see, we would feel the dough and wheat,

we would hear: “I am the bread of Life,” as Jesus would proclaim. As His followers would second to it. Ancient to modern. But with some documented appalling conversion of people to Christianity, how sure are they that they disseminated the truth when there had always been an issue of mistranslation?

The people would get on their knees, and not look right into the eyes of their preconceived heaven.

 

Jesus is a malleable clay that people would always love to play with. Love to carve. Love to build castles with to protect their egos and reality. Out there, with their naked bodies that they know are the temples of Christ: the majority of these naked people carry posters with them, saying:

 

“Let me kill others, Lord!”

“Let me speak wrongly towards others, Lord!”

“Closed eye, let me say your scriptures,

and turn them into stones, our graves!”

 

You breathe us life;

Now, we breathe each other’s deaths.

 

Oh, creation!