Victims never recover. As long as the world and the people
in it are the source of my woes, I’m doomed. Because you see I have no power
over them. People are gonna do what they do. My real hope is that I’m the
problem, cause I can change.
So I cringe when I hear Pastors and believers railing at the
world, “We’d be just fine if it weren’t for the pornographers, or the
abortionists, our children would not be fleeing the church if not for
Hollywood, or gays, or Democrats, or liberals.”
Shut up with that stuff! Stop your whining and grab a
mirror.
The church of the New Testament thrived in a sinful, broken
world, today our faith grows like a weed in hostile environments, places where
to self identify as a believer can be fatal. Why are we in decline in the
freest country in the world for religious expression? If it’s the culture we
live in we’re doomed, but If we’re screwing up, if we’re blowing it, we have a
chance, we can start doing things differently, we can change.
The anarchist in me suspects we’re going to have to start
heaving figurative bombs at the denominational ruling elites. We’re gonna have
to occupy the church and send all the old, white victims running the church to
therapy. We’ll need to retire the haters, send them packing. Or we can do
nothing, just make sure the last believer out turns off the lights.
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