I have met more Christians than I can count, Yet I don’t feel I’ve ever met a follower of Christ. Not a single one… With the ramping up of this Christian Nationalist agenda, I felt compelled to share my thoughts on this topic. A topic that I have studied for most of my life, searched for, and deconstructed from.
I Have Met
I have met parrots of scripture,
mouths that bleed verses but have never tasted compassion.
I have met zealots who brand their cruelty as “conviction,”
abusers who baptize their violence in God’s name
and walk away believing themselves to be holy.
I have met people who sharpen the word “hell”
like a blade they can hide behind their back…
cowards clothed in crosses,
terrorists of the soul disguised as shepherds.
They preach a God who tortures children
and call it righteousness.
They weaponize eternity
because they cannot win a heart with love.
Fear is the only persuasion they know.
Christ… if Christ ever walked this world…
He did not die so you could dominate it.
He did not bleed so you could rule by threat.
He did not rise so you could drag humanity back into chains.
You do not defend God…
you impersonate Him,
badly so.
You mutilate the human spirit
and call the scar “grace.”
You terrorize the innocent
and call their panic “repentance.”
You are not the disciples…
you are the Romans with better PR.
I am not your convert.
I am not your captive.
And I will not bow to a faith
that needs fear to function.
If rage erupts in me,
it is not godlessness… no, no… not at all.
It is devotion refusing to kneel
to your counterfeit kingdom.
Call it blasphemy if you want.
I call it loyalty to Love.
Loyalty to Authentic Love
Do not mistake my rejection
for ignorance of your God…
I learned him too well.
I learned him in the threats,
in the trembling of people who loved Him only
because the alternative was fire.
What you call “salvation”
is a hostage situation
with stained glass windows.
You demand surrender,
not transformation.
You craft obedience,
not awakening.
You don’t create saints…
you manufacture scared children in adult bodies.
You speak of “truth”
as if truth requires a whip.
You speak of “holiness”
as if holiness cannot stand unless someone burns.
You call this love.
I call it a spiritual war crime.
And still… you dare to believe
you are the light of the world.
Light does not need a threat to be seen.
Love does not need a hook in the throat.
Divinity does not need a witness in chains.
If Christ is anywhere,
He is not in your pulpits.
He is in the throats of those of us
who refuse to let His name be used
as a weapon.
I don’t reject Christ…
I reject your imitation and limitation of Him.
The God I know is Love
Understand this clearly:
I am not raging because I lack God…
I am raging because I met Something
far too holy to let you speak for it.
Something that does not bargain with terror,
does not demand self-betrayal,
does not need people broken to be believed.
Your empire is built on fear,
and fear always collapses when someone names it.
So I name it.
Not to save you…
but to free the air you poisoned.
Your doctrine will die the way all tyrannies die…
not with a war,
but with people who simply stop agreeing.
Your threats have no power
over those who have looked into the fire
and did not bow.
You call my refusal rebellion…
fine. Let it be rebellion.
I will not kneel to a God made of human insecurity.
If your Christ returns,
He will have to start with you…
for you are the ones who buried Him.
And if God is love,
then every word of mine tonight
is prayer.
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