Don’t tell me about God’s people when pointing to the many reflections and copies of yourself. Don’t tell me about God’s people when pointing to a romanticized Israel – ignoring the fact that she is pagan, atheist, and racist. Don’t tell me about God’s people while you scorn the single mother, mock the homeless veteran, support the political economic rapist, murderer of the mentally underdeveloped, and killer of the African American child still developing in the womb.
Take off that plastic charismatic grin spewing lies to make the blind see just enough to know they need come back if they ever hope to truly see. Leading them to believe they need you as much as they need Jesus.
Another coffer; another coin; ringing out your due praise leaving the leftovers to God. You false prophet. You corrupted Levite priest. Walking boldly in the sins of Israel unaware of your perfect parallel to her every failure; to her every falling. Waving your Nationalism and forcing the American Dream in between every line of your sacred Book.
If what Jesus said was true, “that what you do to the least of these you do to me,” then you are chasing him from your homes, depriving him of food, and standing silent while he’s sick. You are nailing him, over and over again, onto that fucking cross for your comfort.
I hope this makes you uncomfortable.
I hope this makes you think of the sickness we spread here at home, then export the poorest of poor.
Lies in the name of God.
Lies in the name of profit.
Lies in the name of self misleading.
Misleading millions and marching them into the mouth of Hell with our Christianity sans Christ; our neat and tidy moralistic deism where it is all about looking good, and looking the part. Where no one ever stops to wonder why there is no fucking change in our hearts.