WINGARDIUM RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORIST
In the beginning the elohim created skies and earth.
Welcome
back. Let’s talk about condemnation.
Try
as I might I just can’t force myself to condemn Omar Mateen as a radical
Islamic terrorist. He was a destroyed man long before he fired his first shot.
However, the argument that America will finally end those evil Muslims if we
condemn them by the right name is a silly argument unless you believe in spells
and potions.
In
the spell wingardium radical Islamic terrorist
do we emphasize the first syllable in Islamic
or the last syllable to make the magic work? Does it matter so long as we remember to flick and switch?
Those
words do not belong together. We who are Christians must disagree when we hear
them. Here’s one reason why those words do not belong together. When Muslims
hear the words “radical Islamic terrorist” after a degenerate fanatic who
claims to be doing the work of Allah has ended his bloodbath, which resembles the
bloodbath of that nut who fancies himself to be the Angel of Death for the Lord
Jesus Christ, good Muslims are not inspired to do good in the world; rather
they must contend with the wicked trinity of rage, despair, and fear trembling
in their hearts and minds.
You
see, when those words are uttered, a whole lot of Muslims do not hear a presidential candidate say them, or an
American say them, or a Westerner say them. They hear Christians saying them
and feel the dark ancient hatred stir within them.
I’ve
got to be very honest here. Our Christian forebears forgot about those
commandments that fulfill God’s law, you know, the three commandments about loving
God, loving the neighbor, loving the enemy. They conveniently forgot the Golden
Rule too, or they did what people do today and cast it aside as some rule impossible
to follow on earth yet entirely doable in heaven.
Had believers turned away
from the way of the world, a way of violence, domination, imperialism, and
bigotry, the history of Western Civilization might have proceeded with greater
respect and concern for other human beings.
The
words, “She’s a Christian” would have meant something through the centuries
instead of becoming the weighted words they are today. How hard it is to uplift
those words when they are heavy with other meanings: anti-intellectual, delusional, duped, hypocritical,
pious, self righteous, resentful, coercive, and inhospitable.
That
last one really hurts. It drives a stake in the heart of Christ. Being hospitable
to others was his way of showing how the kingdom of God looked when it
happened.
Alas,
history tells a torn again tale. We, the Christians, embraced violence as a
truth that did not contradict our Christ, and see where we are now. We’re no
different than anyone else who murders in the name of their God.
If
we had acted with kindness and forgiveness throughout history, people of all
faiths would have been our friends. They might have felt themselves to be
everlastingly invited to come to us for refuge. Instead, we truck with the world
and the ways of the world. This bad company has given us the same stink as any other
disturbed servant of a god who proclaims his truth with murder.
Though
hatred is a part of our heritage, it has never been God’s way. The historical
stain of Christian condemnation, intimidation, and violence can never be
transformed until we act as followers of Christ who love and worship the God of
love.
It’s
never too late to love, nor too foolish to refuse hate.
Ponder
that for a day. Next time, I’ll write about our Christian politicians and how
they’ve turned faith, which is an ultimate concern into patriotism, which is
beneath God and humanity.
Blessings…
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