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Would you call Him a socialist?

If Jesus were here today (and who knows, He could well be!) would He be a socialist? I can already hear the religious right screaming for my crucifixion and calling me a heretic but I'm just posing a question.

As Jesus said to the Apostle Peter, “What do you say I am?”

Take a look at this list and see what YOU think:
  • Jesus owned nothing.


  • Jesus loved all people regardless of ethnicity or class.


  • Jesus revolted against the imperial government, established religion and finance capitalism.

  • Jesus taught that we should act as one body, one blood.

  • Jesus taught that his kingdom is in the heart and not below the feet.

  • Jesus taught that we should fight for Justice and 'turn the other cheek' to petty morality.


  • Jesus was a laborer and a teacher.


  • Jesus practiced healing and forgiveness.

Sure sounds like a pinko socialist type to me! Heck, we all know that the poor CHOOSE to be poor because they're too lazy and shiftless to work. And those sick people, heck, they're all just faking it to get on disability! Right????

Sorry for my religious right impersonation...just couldn't resist. LOL Sounds to me like Jesus was an alright kinda guy! And to paraphrase Ray Wylie Hubbard, any cat who can turn water into wine should be a friend of mine!


And before I go, here's Orozco's "Jesus Destroying His Cross"...a personal fave painting.


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