I don’t think God is a gentleman.
They said at church
He stands at the door and knocks,
would never force his way in.
I only agree in part.
He doesn’t seem to hammer through
the front door,
but he might break your walls down.
I don’t think a gentleman
lets the devil have at you
bringing sores, sickness, fire and death
of all your progeny,
leaving you with just the cracked mind
of a grief shattered wife for company
and the questioning of ‘friends’ to be your solace.
I don’t think that when you rage at his unfairness
in your attempts at understanding
a gentleman would say
“Who is this who darkens counsel by words without knowledge.
Now prepare yourself like a man;
I will question you, and you shall answer Me.”
and then literates the extensive details
of His creative force producing
the raging beauty of earth.
What is a gentleman anyway?
A privileged land-owning gentry
or a chivalrous, courteous one,
Top hat in place, gloved hand held out in deference
to you going first, manners indicative of his noble birth.
Does he sip tea with the ladies
proper and right after a gentle knock at the door and a gracious welcome?
I can’t accept this image as the depth of his gentle-man-ness
Mr. Lewis got it right when Beaver said
“Of course he isn’t safe, but he’s good. He’s the king I tell you.”
as the lamb is slaughtered,
compacting the unsafe, fierceness of the lion into meek, red stained fleece,
the bleat silenced as the One who spoke the stars into being
constrains His strength
and dies, a gentle man.
Job 38:2-3 NKJV Holy Bible, Thomas Nelson Publishers
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe C.S. Lewis