A Poem From Our Number Three Boy

For Logos School

Jesus School

It might come as a surprise but Logos is in

The business of healing the sick.

Healing is a high calling;

It’s what Jesus did most of his life.

Although, when he worked,

He didn’t have the air-conditioning

Or the polished basketball court

And the people he healed

Didn’t wear ties and jackets

Or skirts and blue sweater vests.

But none of that bothered Jesus;

He simply walked all over the country side

Like he owned the place

Telling people what to do:

Telling the blind to see walking trees,

Telling the lame to run the mile,

Telling the deaf to hear His disciples,

Who seemed to enjoy counting all those baskets of loaves and fish.

He even told the dead to open their eyes

And roll out bed

So they wouldn’t be late for school.

And yes, back in the day, Jesus was a student too.

He even attended a Greek class taught by the Apostle John

And on the first day of classes John told him:

“Jesus, in Greek class, your name is Logos.”

And it stuck.

So, here we are today, Jesus School,

Where the hungry are fed,

Where the crooked handwriting is made straight,

And where Mr. Garfield and Mr. Whitling sit with

First and Second graders at lunch time

Just like Jesus, who feasted with little boys

Who ran around at recess using sticks for guns.

And it’s the same everyday:

The ears of the deaf are opened to hear the Holy Sonnets.

The eyes of the blind are taught to see Classical Allusions.

The mute’s tongue is loosed to give a Confirmatio.

The feet of the lame are taught to run in Lacrosse.

The hands of the cripple are taught to shoot free throws.

And the bodies of the dead are given new life.

Jesse teaches at Logos Christian School in Moscow, Idaho. HT from his blog, The Descending Blue.

G. Mark Sumpter