For the most part, we’ve already proven the church is a mass of do-nothing pearl-clutchers more aghast at the thought of the President tweeting something snarky then seeing people getting their heads caved in on live television. We have seen that cowardice runs through our veins, and we are willing to prostrate ourselves and kneel at the feet of those who moments earlier burned down our businesses and violently accosted our neighbors. Fear of retribution has kept us silent, and none dare speaks the unspeakable truth that if this was ever about George Floyd and his untimely death, it no longer is.
If you can’t see what’s going on for what it is, then I can’t help you. If you think that those instigating the violence care a whit about disadvantaged blacks, or about righting the wrongs of history, I’ve got some magic beans to sell you. They’re great! I promise.
Just yesterday, one of the leaders of the movement which has been sweeping the globe, a white boy pretending to be otherwise, tweeted out, that “Yes, all murals and stained glass windows of Jesus, and his European mother, and their white friends should also come down. They are a gross form of white supremacy, created as tools of white oppression, racist propaganda. They should all come down.”
When they start firebombing churches, will you still kneel and prostrate yourself? Will you still apologize for something you, your father, and your father’s father had no hand in, while they not only refuse to apologize for something they did just last night but feel fully entitled to do it?
I know, I know, we protestants don’t have stained glass or statuary in our churches, why should we care what they do to the others? Because once they’re done with them, they’ll come for you. The only thing you are doing by keeping silent is ensuring that you’re among the last to suffer at the hands of Communists pretending to be warriors of equality.
By then, even if you will want to say something, even if you will want to resist, they will have already amassed too much power to be stopped, because when you could have stood, you chose to kneel, and bow, and scrape, and act the fool for no other reason than to signal how virtuous you were.
Absence of pushback emboldens lunatics. Once emboldened, their dreams of future glory expand to such unhinged strata, that though they are still living in their parents’ basement quibbling with their moms over eating their steamed broccoli, they believe they are more than qualified to run a country.
As I’ve found myself repeating to one friend after another, if this doesn’t end soon, it will end badly. It’s already gotten out of hand in many areas, and the lack of consequences for everything from looting, burning down businesses, and violently assaulting random individuals is making high school dropouts and gender studies majors feel invincible.
As any student of history will tell you, among the first things to take place when Communism, Socialism, Marxism, or whatever other isms you want to label it began their push to transform the nation they’d infested, was the attempt to erase a nation’s past, thereby erasing her identity.
If you no longer know who you are or where you come from, it’s far easier for gender fluid white girls with septum piercings to tell you who you are, or at least who you ought to be, indeed who you must be if you want to take part in this brave new world.
Maybe we’ve had it too good for too long. Perhaps this is our penance for not appreciating what we had when we had it.