Into the refuge of my office space, today, flowed a specimen of the despicable debris of the religious charlatan who, true to type, strides in with the confidence of a know-it-all intent on saving threatened souls from looming damnation and the terrors of hell. And he luridly captures it in terms that constitute a vastly inferior imitation of Jonathan Edwards' "Sinners in the Hands of An Angry God".
Would he even know that others like him, before him, have also tried to use the cheap tactic of psychological terror to woo the weak and take their possessions/collection as a reward? Perhaps no. Perhaps that doesn't even matter.
Mayhap by the special dispensation of his merciful divine Justifier(?), the jambs of eternity have held, one more month, to allow me and people like me to change our minds and subscribe to the wonderful insurance plan that ultimate pays with romps on the gold-plated streets of the Heaven he and only he sees. Or punish with the bonfire of the vanities recast in eternal frames by pitch-fork wielding demons who so gleefully help out the eternal Holy Terror of God-his God.
Some metaphors hatched in infantile fantasies...
Some laughters grown too thick to sustain
Against the insistent ardour of jokes out-covering their terms of reference...
And some of us have thought all this while that in all matters unseen and spiritual, each one might be allowed to follow their own daemon/ genius/guardian angel, etc etc.
Well. To all my good-intentioned neighbours of the now and the future who would try to save my soul and bring me "back home to the church where I belong," this is my simple answer to you:
I don't go to church because I love my God so much and I love to be where he is.And my God-my God, he does not live in a church. 'Does not live in cheap, imported, mass-brand fantasies that spur purblind fools into prisons of mind/body/soul/spirit.
Why would he?
How possibly could he?
When would all the pseudo-salvationists come to understand that it takes an extremely narrow-minded conception of the divine to limit him to some obstreperous contraption of cantankerous two-penny con-artists? And that some, at least, can see how obvious that is?
My God is big. Big enough to hold court in the entire universe without the constraints of narrow national orthodoxies and blabbers of racist bombast. And like Him/Her, I like to give wings to my spiritual strivings; I allow them to soar and explore in all the places where my awesome destiny compels me.
My God and I, we are doing so well without the constraints of the cheap materialist faggots. And we mean to continue our Romance that way. And I am glad Tsali/Jesus/Mohammed/Anokye/Buddha and all them other cool guys agree with me.
I often wish I had words like these written on my forehead so these god-peddling yahoos will leave me alone. It saddens me that we who have been most robbed of our humanity by the efforts of these thieves acting as the messengers of gods, are the ones who have adapted this same strategy to imprison and rob our brothers and sisters.
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