I simply argue that the cross be raised again
at the center of the marketplace
as well as on the steeple of the church.
I am recovering the claim that Jesus was not crucified in a cathedral between two candles;
But on a cross between two thieves: on a town garbage heap;
at a crossroad of politics so cosmopolitan that they had to write
His title in Hebrew and in Latin and in Greek.
And at the kind of place where cynics talk smut, and thieves curse and soldiers gamble.
Because that is where He died, and that is what He died about.
And that is where Christs men ought to be,
and what church people ought to be about.