Somebody on Facebook yesterday tried to tone police my mean and snarky post about that song, Good Good Father. I was reading busily away, preparing to freak out, when Matt took my phone and deleted the comment before I could do anything about it. It was kind of amazing, cathartic even. I hate being criticized. It’s only fun when I can criticize others. Incidentally, being tone policed about a dumb song is exactly what I was talking about yesterday about essential and non essential matters.
O My People, if the Christian person can’t cheer up and decide to enjoy the coming days, that Christian person is in for a miserable time. Most miserable, most sorrowful.
We Christians–I mean, because I don’t want to exclude myself from the wild flailing ranting you are all about to enjoy–have to back off the micro-aggressive unhappiness that America as a whole has fallen into. The fact that it’s as easy to offend a Christian as it is anyone else is super duper depressing, and does not bode well for the days ahead.
Let me just put it all in perspective for a minute. Yesterday Mrs. Clinton was brought back into the limelight for having emails that shouldn’t have been available to all and sundry found on the phone of a weaselly man who likes to text pictures of himself to young girls. The sexting thing is just so grotesque, but what really turned my stomach was watching a clip of Mrs. Clinton on the campaign trail giving the usual stump speech. I didn’t have the sound on because I can’t bear the timber of her voice. Behind Mrs. Clinton was Cecil Richards, clapping and nodding and clapping and nodding. There she sat, placidly, comfortable. But her life is devoted to the destruction of women and their offspring. Her vocation is organizing the selling off of baby brains, of boiling dead babies and then dumping them in landfills. So a few young women die in filthy abortion mills. Did the baby die too? That’s all that matters. Her cool blond hair, the blond perfect hair of Mrs. Clinton, and the blond on the other side, don’t know who she was, transported me immediately back to that foul old newsreel of Nazis on holiday.
Think I’m being incendiary? Think I’m being extreme? Well guess what, I’m offended. I’m horrified. I’m appalled at the carnage wrought by abortion, sickened that it is women destroying women.
The incredible sickening twisting lie that if you kill the child your life will be saved has deeply and profoundly rooted itself into this culture. Look, for another example, at this treat. Go on, read the article. The author notes the irony of all the protections for the disabled that exist outside the womb, but inside, none at all. None. And if anyone tries to make a legal protection then the full force of the law has to be gathered up and flung at the innocent.
If we Christians can’t cope with a little snark over bad music, or a little criticism that maybe we haven’t had our heads screwed on over the last thirty years, or maybe we’ve been played by the elite of our day, or maybe we confused politics and the gospel, or maybe God isn’t interested in our prosperity and happiness right now, or that more celebrity Christians have bought in to the twisted lie that scripture isn’t enough and God doesn’t care what we do with our bodies as long as we love each other even though our main document, the bible, manifestly indicates that not to be the case, well, then we are in a bad way.
We need to cheer up, stop taking offense, and go out into the world prepared to die. And part of the cheering up should be laughing at ourselves, being sorry for and then unburdened of our sins, and fixing our eyes on the hope of Jesus. Look, it’s going to be really bad, either Mr. Trump or Mrs. Clinton is going to win. Things are going to seriously hot up for the already beleaguered Christian. You might as well enjoy yourself as best you can along the way.
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