Short and simple.
If I’m going to piss off some of my fellow church-goers, I don’t want to drag it out.
Just because I object to someone trying to cram their own personal, theological and political beliefs down my throat cloaked in the robe of spirituality doesn’t mean I’ve declared war on them. Nor does it mean I am ruthlessly attacking any of their ideology or core values.
It just means I am exercising the freedom to believe whatever seems to work for me within whatever structure I find it. I am relying on the free will which God has given to me and to you and to all of us, and if I’m wrong with the approach I take, I’m sure I’ll be called on the carpet when I see Him.
If I find that He has been somewhat disappointed or righteously indignant about the way I’ve handled things, so be it. I’ve been taught He can be forgiving.
It’s in His nature, if not in those of many of His self-proclaimed followers.
I am adamantly pro-life and passionately pro-choice. My feelings are that abortions are the intentional taking of a life, but that it is not my decision to make for anyone else. I will pray with someone facing and considering that choice, I will try my best to talk them out of it, and if it is the only alternative that makes sense to them I will drive them to the clinic, walk them to the front door to make sure they don’t have to put up with white-bread-and-mayonnaise crap about it all, and I will hold the door open for them.
I am a Darwinian Creationist. I believe that God and only God created the heavens and earth and all the creatures who live upon it, but I believe He did it on ol’ Charlie and Stephen Hawking and Carl Sagan’s timeline.
You want to start spouting off about a “war” on Christianity?
Hell’s bells, there have been various denominations trying to rip each other’s throats out for centuries. It’s gotten to where it’s not enough to attend church every Sunday, you have to make sure it is a particular church in order to keep some people happy. Like it affects them in the least.
You want to talk about a war on religion?
Kindergarten, first through sixth grades, our most formulative years and never once at a school assembly somewhere in between Thanksgiving and New Year’s do I ever recall having the collected student body sing Channukah songs.
No dreidels, just jingle bells. No menorahs in the classrooms, just walls covered with construction-paper pine trees, and I don’t recall ever seeing pictures of those routinely popping out of the ground in Bethlehem.
To this day many of you pinch a loaf at the prospect of anything other than a manger appearing in the town square. Calling it your “mission” doesn’t change it.
Try not to forget that the last known words of one of the 9/11 pilots were “Allah Akbar” – which translates out as “God is great”.
One man’s evangelist can often be another man’s terrorist.
And all this talk about America being a Christian country? Well …
Look at the way we handle ourselves. We’re far from it.
And even on the best of days for us, as long as pastors and priests and ministers continue to quote the Old Testament during their Sunday morning get-togethers, seems to me we would be a Judeo-Christian nation.
So my beloved brethren, for God’s sake quit trying to blame the fact that everybody won’t joyously live their lives in exactly the way, shape and form you feel is proper on some paranoid ravings that anybody who doesn’t buy into every letter of every word of every verse of every chapter of your interpretation of God’s word is out to get you.
And trying to lead their lives for them, to effectively strip them of that free will I mentioned before?
That’s not “ministering” or “witnessing”, it’s brainwashing.
You sound like the lady who we caught walking out of our store one time with four pairs of children’s shoes hidden in her infant’s stroller and another three crammed up under her mumu, screaming that we were only calling the cops because she was black.
You vainglorious hypocrites hate when oppressed and repressed minorities do that, right?
And quit trying to use this borderline hallucinogenic fantasy of yours as a pre-emptive strike against any- and everybody of whom you so self-righteously disapprove.
The fact is every time this bile squirts out your mouth your creditability is blown out your ass.
And you’re driving people farther away from Jesus Christ more vociferously than Anton Lavey and Madeline Murray O’Hare ever dreamt possible.
And they end up missing out on all the blessings He wants them to have.
I’ll pray for you. 😉