The Sermon on the Mount is so much at variance with all that our World holds dear, that the World will
Crucify anyone who tries to live up to its Values. Because
Christ preached them, He had to Die.
Calvary was the Price He
Paid for the Sermon on the Mount. Only Mediocrity survives. Those who call black
black, and white white, are Sentenced for Intolerance. Only the
Grays live.
Let Him come into the World which proclaims the Gospel of the Strong, which advocates
Hating our Enemies, which
Condemns Christian Virtues as the "Soft"
Virtues, and say to that World, "Blessed are the
Patient", He will one-day feel the Scourges
of the Strong Barbarians laid across His Back; He will be
struck on the Cheek by a mocking-fist during one of His Trials;
He will see men take a sickle and cut the grass from a hill on
Calvary, and then use a hammer to pinion Him to a
Cross to test the Patience of One Who endures the
Worst that Evil has to offer, that having exhausted Itself,
It might eventually turn to Love.
Let Him come into our World which Ridicules the idea of Sin
as Morbidity, considers Reparation for
Past Guilt as a Guilt-Complex, and Preach to that World, "Blessed are they who
Mourn" for their Sins; and He will be
Blindfolded and Mocked as a Fool. They will take His Body and
Scourge It, until His Bones can be numbered; they
will Crown His Head with
Thorns, until He begins to Weep not
Salt Tears but Crimson Beads of Blood, as they laugh at the Weakness of Him Who
Will not come-down from the Cross.
Let Him come into the World which denies Absolute Truth,
which says that Right and Wrong are only questions of
Point-of-View, that we must be broadminded about Virtue and Vice,
and let Him say to them, "Blessed are they who hunger and thirst
after Holiness", that is, after the Absolute, after the
Truth which "I Am"; and they will in their Broad-Mindedness give the Mob
the choice of Him or Barabbas; they will
Crucify Him with Thieves,
and try to make the World believe that God is no different from a
Batch of Robbers who are His
Bedfellows in Death.
Let Him come into a World which says that "my neighbor is
Hell", that all which is opposite me is Nothing, that the Ego alone matters,
that my Will is Supreme Law, that what I decide is Good, that
I must forget others and think only of Myself, and say to them, "Blessed are the
Merciful". He will find that He will receive
no Mercy; they will open Five (5) Streams of Blood out
of His Body; they will pour Vinegar and Gall into His
Thirsting Mouth; and, even after His Death, be so
Merciless as to Plunge a Spear into His Sacred Heart.
Let Him come into a World which tries to interpret Man in
terms of Sex; which regards Purity as Coldness, Chastity as
Frustrated Sex, Self-Containment as Abnormality, and the Union of Husband-and-Wife until
Death as Boredom; which says that a Marriage endures only so
long as the Glands endure, that one may Unbind what God binds and Unseal what
God seals. Say to them, "Blessed are the Pure"; and
He will find Himself hanging Naked on a Cross,
made a Spectacle to Men and Angels in a last wild crazy affirmation that
Purity is Abnormal, that the Virgins are Neurotics, and that Carnality is Right.
Let Him come into a World which believes that one must resort to every manner of
Chicanery and Duplicity in order to Conquer the World,
carrying Doves-of-Peace with Stomachs Full of Bombs, say to them, "Blessed are the
Peacemakers", or "Blessed are they who eradicate Sin that there may be
Peace"; and He will find Himself
Surrounded by Men engaged in the Silliest of all Wars- a War
against the Son of God; making Violence with Steel and Wood,
Pinions and Gall and then Setting-a-Watch over His Grave
that He Who lost-the-Battle might not Win-the-Day.

Let Him come into a World which believes that our whole life should be geared to Flattering and
Influencing People for the sake of Utility and Popularity, and say to them: "Blessed are you when Men
hate, persecute, and revile you"; and He will find
Himself without a Friend in the World, an Outcast on a Hill, with Mobs shouting His
Death, and His Flesh hanging from
Him like Purple Rags.
to Love those who Hate us;
to pluck-out-eyes and cut-off-arms in order to prevent Sinning;
to be Clean on the Inside when the Passions clamor
for Satisfaction on the Outside;
to Forgive those who would put us to Death;
to overcome Evil with Good;
to Bless those who Curse us;
to stop mouthing Freedom until we have Justice,
Truth and Love of God in our
Hearts as the condition of Freedom;
to live in the World and still keep oneself Unpolluted from it;
to Deny ourselves sometimes Legitimate Pleasures in order the better to Crucify our
Egotism - all this is to sentence the Old-Man in us to
Death.