It’s 11:30 at night as I write this. Earlier this evening I happened upon a story about a pastor in Texas who was encouraging his congregants to continue gathering in public all through the pandemic. He made statements like faith over fear and God was on control. His parents were among his congregation and they were planning a huge gathering for their family at Thanksgiving. They had made statements about hugging and not keeping distance and not wearing masks. His parents didn’t end up going to that dinner. The mother was sick and the father wasn’t feeling that great either. They were both dead by Christmas from COVID.
The Sunday after Christmas that same pastor who had just lost his parents was still planning on having in person services.
Over the last several months I have let go of many friendships, mostly Christians, because not only were they planning on voting for Trump simply because they were seemingly programmed to do so they gave there full throated support of him. And when he lost I saw these same Christians scream about conspiracy theories and evil on the left. Somehow God had lost control of the election and Satan was somehow winning? I even had to shut out Villagers whom I love dearly because I couldn’t reconcile the idea that the Jesus we try to follow at our little church was the same Jesus that so many Trump supporters loved. I am far from perfect, I deal with ugly sin patterns all the time but something just didn’t fit.
I love The Village
I love the people of The Village!
The pastors and their families, the people who are at all different places in there relationship with Jesus, and he older folks, the kids, the newlyweds, the widows. This church is awesome. It’s good medicine.
But it’s the people that make it that.
I love the idea of Jesus. I think it’s a worthy thing to build your life around. I love the man, the symbolism of Christ, the holy ghost, I love it.
I love the liturgy
Whatever cosmic entity exists that we refer to as God I love that too. Not as a father but as the building blocks of everything. The force if you will. I can feel connected to everything and everybody.
I don’t love, or even like Christianity though.
I used to think it was important to defend the faith. To be a witness to the world not only to Christ died and risen but to the fact that not all of us thought gay people were evil. Not all of us were overly concerned with what women chose to do with their bodies. I used to think that it was important to redefine the kingdom based off the hospitality of the early church. To resist empire and populism.
Now, I really don’t give a @$%&.
Let them have Christianity. Let them keep it and continue to warp it into something that Jesus would never recognize. I am retired.
I am not a Christian.
I will keep Christ, the cult of Trump can keep Christianity.
300,000 people in our country alone have lost their lives to Covid
Including the parents of that pastor in Texas
But Christians cannot be bothered not to travel on the holidays.
Christians cannot be bothered to wear masks if they go out.
Seems Christianity has forgotten all about Christ to me.