Ethereal and Practical Collide

When and where do the ethereal and practical collide? At what point did American Christianity come to accept the platitudes and take the biggest of all pictures and reduce it to nothing more than a bad photocopy on recycled, wrinkled paper? Does not acceptance of the photocopy do nothing more than lower the level at which practical is acceptable?

When does the child who was left alone and abandoned ever accept its role as co-heirs to the throne once adopted. This child who was beaten, tarnished and abused had no hope, no future and no cognition of its state. This child wakes up one morning unwittingly accepting its beaten down life as reality. Twenty-four hours later when this starving child wakes up, it is startled by all of the clamor and commotion of a visit of the king. The child sees the king and the opulence associated with the entourage associated with the king. As the king moves past the child, the king asks the child about its parents. Sheepishly the child replies that he has no parents, he lives on the streets. Immediately the king grants to this child full adoptive status. The child is now co-heir with every child that the king has adopted.

The child does not know how to act or behave as a co-heir. All it has ever knows is abuse, angst, pain and fear. Who does this child relate and react in its new condition? Do the servants of the king try to change who the child is? No! The servants teach the child that it is princely. Who the child is is not to be changed, but the position of the child has already changed. How does this child react to love, kindness, and compassion? This child reacts just like it did the day before as someone who has been beaten, tarnished, abused and without hope. Does the destiny of the child change, yes, the child is now royalty. The child’s position has changed, but the child still reacts to its situation as it did the day before.

It takes years of love, compassion and care to change what we were. We often forget to look at the child for who it was and glory in the changes instead of who it is and expecting it to react accordingly. When this child was adopted, it was deeply scarred by its past. It may not be able to mentally or emotionally come to accept who it now is because of its past. Is this bad or wrong? No! It is reality when you are adopted.

American Christianity’s Compromise with Absolutes

For what purpose has absolutism been bred out of the soul of man? The very thing that God imparted to the Old Testament prophets that made them men of renown now condemns their contemporary counterparts as traitors to the species. Biblical Christianity’s American counterpart is so compromisingly corrupt that it has actually come to believe that it is absolutely superior to Biblical Christianity. The absolute desire to be accepted by those who hate them most has brought about their complete and utter compromised status to God.

The mindless, moronic miscreants of modern American Christianity are not Biblical Christians. They are not of the remnant. They are so absolutely compromised that their sophomoric stylings of clichéd culture demonstrates that their mind-numbed ignorance has allowed them to hold holy huddles of mass delusion without ever considering their absolute damnation.

These mental malcontents are nothing more than thoughtless purveyors of pious propaganda so void of substance that they starved to death spiritually. Their reality consists of nothing more that brotherly love and hopeless hope twisted by ear-tickling trumpeters of trivial self-worth slogans. They never knew agape love, but they are absolutely full of themselves when it comes to philadelphia and eros.

More to Come . . .

We Are Them

We set ourselves up for failure every time we try to do what is right, we get bashed by temptation and fall inline pitifully at its side. We place ourselves upon the throne of our soul when it never has been ours, I don’t know who you are, but we are them.
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We are them, we are them, I don’t know who you are, but we are them.
Crushed, beaten, bruised, torn apart cowering alone in our tears, I don’t know who you are, but we are them.

We are our old self when we try to do what is right. We are the drug takers, murders, liars, thiefs and sex addicts. We are what we claim to hate the most in the world. I don’t know who you are, but we are them.

We are them, we are them, I don’t know who you are, but we are them.
Crushed, beaten, bruised, torn apart cowering alone in our tears, I don’t know who you are, but we are them.

Why is it so hard to love them, are we afraid of who we really are? Are we afraid if they became believers they would expose our sins? We must rip ourselves out of our souls because we are them. We are them, we are them, I don’t know who you are, but we are them. Crushed, beaten, bruised, torn apart cowering alone in our tears, I don’t know who you are, but we are them.

My THoughts Filtered Through Tyler Durden

Concerning being Christlike. What is actually reality?

Isn’t angst and frustration valuable? Isn’t rage against the machine not without its merits (I like getting to use double negatives in such a positive way)? Isn’t physical training of the body worth but a little (coming from a fat man, I love the irony)?

Maybe we actually love our sin too much. Maybe we do not rage against it like a mortal enemy because it is our medicating fix for the day. “Do you know why they put oxygen masks on a plane?” Great question after you understand it. “Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It’s all right here. Emergency water landing – 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.” The right reverend Tyler Durden understands. We have stopped fighting and have accepted the sucky perverse Christianity that the hucksters have shoveled for so long that it is nothing like the reality.

The theologian again speaks, “Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. G__ d___ it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy s___ we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.” Maybe Tyler understood exactly what Paul was saying. Maybe we have accepted the pile of manure that has been shoveled in our direction so long that we have grown to love it instead of fruits and vegetables the manure is suppose to fertilize.

What if we have completely missed the mark of Christianity and actually love that which God hates? Have we so fallen in love with ourselves and our sins that we have forgotten that we are dead men walking? Have we completely lost touch with the reality of the Biblical text and find out that we are actually at war with ourselves? Maybe it is time to cast down our idolatrous selves into the sewer where we belong. Maybe it is time to go to the fight club and rip us out of our souls.

Again from the theologian Durden, “Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.” We are not liked, we are not loved. We are still not our own because we are owned by our father the Devil. This is in actuality, an actuality until we are converted. We have so screwed up theology with love, joy and peace that we have abandoned holiness, justice and hell. Still we cling to our love of sin as if it were our god, gently tucked away in a book for Sunday medicating meetings. The opium is ready dear friends.

Something New

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