You have to admire just how great and Noble a tradition
ministers have been playing in local politics.
Unfortunately, these are people who seek to model themselves
after Dr. Martin Luther King, yet for some reason can’t quite get the knack.
Many claim to be holy, and yet somehow took a misstep in their
path to personal enlightenment, and seem to be reliving the age of Crusades, full
of fire and brimstone, that makes them sound drunk rather than religious.
One local minister took it on herself to go to the deep
south to help pull down statues of confederate soldiers, an obvious cause
inspired by God, only when she got there she managed to aggravate people she
mislabeled as white supremacists, and returned home like a war hero claiming
she slay them with her mighty spear.
Most of her kind (she happens to be a white liberal) wouldn’t
know a white supremist if one fell on her head, but that doesn’t stop her since
she is clearly being guided by God.
Another minister forced her way into a pride event in the
town where she grew up and shouted loud enough with the hopes her conventionally
religious mother might hear her, and I’m still trying to find out what part of
scripture she got this bit of revenge from.
Down south in Texas, we have Rev. Freddy, who is responsible
for one of the worst and most racist congress people on earth (if you believe a
black woman who hates white people can be considered racists).
Freddy has it in his head he is a reincarnation of MLK and
is particularly enraged when people compare the white conservative Charlie Kirk
to MLK instead.
Freddy doesn’t say it out right but clearly thinks Kirk –
who is white – is the wrong color, so keeps calling Kirk “a fake Christian.”
Obviously, Freddy missed the part of MLK’s speeches that
talked about the quality of character rather than color of skin.
Freddy has decided he’s taken up the role of God and can
look into Kirk’s soul, passing judgement on a man, whose speeches have aroused support
even among those who oppose Kirk politically.
Freddy doesn’t have that problem. Every time he spouts his crap,
he largely alienates people he has been commanded by God to save, obviously
believing people with black skins are more worthy than people with white skins,
and so rants and raves until he turns blue in the face.
If only MLK was alive to hear him, but then MLK might have more
in common than Freddy does, lacking the basic requirement to become a minister
these days: hate of white people.
This is a scary thought for anyone approaching the pearly
gates and finding someone like Freddy waiting with a paint chart from Shermin
Williams to determine if the soul is dark enough to qualify for admittance to heaven.
But rest assured, this won’t be a problem. If Freddy is the
guard of any gate it will be the gates of hell, a job for which he is best
suited.
I’m not saying that had Freddy been invited to the last
supper Christ would have to worry about Freddy getting his share of the pieces
of silver, but it is clear that while Freddy claims to be modeling his life
after Christ, he may have missed a few chapters in the good book and mistaken
the role of serpent instead, perhaps thinking Adam and Eve were just too damned
white to be enjoying Eden.
Don’t mistake me. Freddy doesn’t mean to be evil, he just
ends up that way, clearly forgetting his role as a good shepherd to guide souls
to Christ rather than drive them the other way.
The whole idea of “forgiveness,” Freddy twists into “for
blacks only,” and so condemns Kirk’s soul (after all Kirk was murdered) to
eternal damnation rather than finding space in his own heart to maybe suggest
Kirk as misguided.
No, instead, Freddy goes into a jealous rage against a white
man who better exemplifies Christ and MLK than Freddy ever could, and maybe
this is the problem.
Instead of thinking he can look into another man’s soul and
believe he has the right to pass judgment, Freddy should look into his own soul
and deal with the blackness there, not the good blackness of a skin color, but
the color of corruption that only sympathy with the devil brings.
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