My mom tried to convince me to go to church the other day and once again, I had to turn her down.
I’ve seen what kind of man the modern church produces. I know him well. Whatever monster I might turn into for lack of fellowship and partaking of Holy Communion, it can’t be worse than the modern Christian man. One in particular sparked this writing. There are many out there like him.
Unlike the magic word that riles up the negros to no end, I believe there are two real insults that a man must react against if he is to be a Christian and a man.
We cannot be cowards and we cannot be liars.
Even criminals in the old white movies wouldn’t stand to be cowards and a few were even proud of their own honesty (“honor” among thieves).
The person I have in mind (who is typical of many Christian males today) is both a coward and a liar. That is the worst possible thing I can say about a man — it’s the worst possible two things a man can be. And Christendom churns out men of this quality by the thousands.
In our online discussions, this man likes bullying women around with his theology.
When a Christian man comes to the women’s defense, our scoundrel arranges matters so that the Christian can no longer see his words or read his writing, but the women still can. He hides, like a coward.
His zealousness for a conceptual scheme lies behind his capacity for evil. In his slobbering disposition, he’ll say and do anything to justify the commands of his neo-Gnostic god (who is nothing more than a syllogism).
How much evil has been committed in the name of a syllogism?
I dealt with this “man” tonight, for the first time in many months. He hasn’t changed of course, but I have. For some reason, my anger at his cowardice gave way to something very much like pity. I always think it sounds condescending to claim that you pity your opponent, but I honestly feel a genuine sense of pity. I have no intention to be patronizing or haughty towards my enemy in admitting it.
Wasn’t it by grace that God provided me with a father who read from Lewis and Tolkien and who guided me through the forests of old Europe? Wasn’t it by simple grace that I rejected my government school indoctrination? Was my hand guided along the bookshelves until it stopped on James Harriot’s “All Creatures Great and Small” and did the Holy Spirit compel me to read it, even though it didn’t have a flashy cover or short, action-packed chapters? Was it God who allowed me to fall in love with the people there, and a place that only exists now in stories? Was it He who lead me to blogs like Spirit / Water / Blood, Kinism.net and Cambria Will not Yield?
Yes, I think it was.
It really is miraculous when you stop and think about it. How many billions of dollars have been spent, not just in government education, but in pop-culture, federal law and beyond, to ensure that I never knew blogs like “Cambria Will Not Yield” existed — to ensure that I would never think of myself as anything other than a member of the de-racinated, propositional gang of American comrades?
The pressure on me to conform was overbearing and yet, here I am, blogging away about taboo themes that are so insulting I could never bring them up at a family reunion or in any church.
Can I not forgive our scoundrel for giving in to this tremendous pressure?
I can, and do, blame Christian men for their cowardice and their lying tongues. I hate the dogmatism that gives them license to sin like this…
…but I think I’ve matured enough to forgive them for it.